I don’t normally dress this way,
but today I have decided to actually do something and help some people. I know
that everybody can see the “COEXSIST” bumper sticker stuck to my awesome truck
bought and paid for by my parents. “It’s a new model so it gets 10 miles per
gallon.” Anyway that’s beside the point. Typically I wear Abercrombie polo’s
manufactured in china, Nike’s from some other Asian country, and Levi Jeans
that are probably from South America or something like that, not that it
matters, the only thing I care about is the cost and how it looks. Plus I have
this nifty COEXIST bumper sticker to prove to everyone that I really love and
care about other people and cultures.
But
once again I have digressed. I really didn’t want to ruin any of my expensive
clothing, or spend a ton of money, so I was forced to drive to the local
Wal-Mart. “God, what a disgusting place”, it’s like every single person who shops
there doesn’t have tons of money, or at the very least parents to pay for
everything. Luckily my COEXIST bumper sticker shows these awful people, that we
are all the same and that we coexist together.
Alright,
so finally I have my new outfit and I am ready to help people in need! I hop in
my truck and notice that the fuel gauge is nearly on empty. I stop at the
nearest gas station to fill up. “Good thing those Iraqis’ have so much oil”, I
think to myself. Luckily mom gave me her
credit card to pay for the gas. As I pay for the gas I notice my COEXIST bumper
sticker peeling slightly. I go inside to pay; I ignore the Middle Eastern
cashier’s wave and pay for my gas wishing I could understand the cashier but
ignoring him because I don’t have time to talk with this foreign man. I get in
my car and, merge onto the highway, I see my COEXIST sticker flapping in the
wind, eventually it blows completely off. I see it softly land on the side of
the road. “Oh well”, I think to myself someone else will pick it up eventually
and I’ll just buy another one next time I stop at a convenience store.
