When one travels by car from the Eastern part of the good United States into the shallow South, one tends to see some things along the way. Some funny things, some not-so-funny things that become a LOT funnier after you’ve been in the same car for a good 400 miles at a clip.
First, I’ll admit up front that I’m not a bumper sticker kind of girl. It’s not that I don’t want to affect the trade-in value on my sweet ’03 Honda Civic. No, much simpler – I can’t find a slogan that I’m willing to express to the world on a daily basis via my vehicle. Same goes for my backside. No fanny slogans, thank you very much.
Some of my fellow road warriors don’t have my bumper issues. One lady had her bumper basically wallpapered with bumper stickers, showing here:
This is fine – I don’t have anything against being told every single one of someone’s personal views through snappy little slogans. Little hard to read 10 of these views while passing, but still. Gets an A for effort. However, one must be consistent. If one chooses to have at least 10 messages, as this individual did, one should NOT then have a bumper sticker that reads “Actions speak louder than bumper stickers.” Ah, roadtrip irony.
The other memorable moment occurred at the North Carolina Welcome Center. We were walking up to the center when we heard it. A child screaming? Nope. Dog barking? Guess again. Tractor trailer backfiring? Sorry.
We heard a rooster crowing.
I don’t know (nor do I care to speculate) how it got there, but there was an angry little rooster in the welcome shrubbery, basically scaring the crap out of the good road travelers just trying to catch a quick bathroom break.
On the other hand, the rooster was thematically appropriate, because the welcome center smelled like a barnyard.
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