Man of the People

I’m sitting outside of Wal-Mart in a tank top and gas station hat waiting for my son to come out. I’m listening to The Bloodhound Gang with my windows down, but not too loudly. A young family (husband+wife+young male child) parks next to me in a really nice car, and gets out dressed very nicely, and the husband clocks me and the music I’m listening to and smiles, then gets the wife’s attention, points at me, and says, ‘See? Wal-Mart.’ and they both laugh.

I’m still processing this.