So I see this car...
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...and it has one of those "It's a child, not a choice" stickers on it. And inside I see a male driving, and a female holding a baby on her lap. Now this is going down the Interstate, 70 mph speed limit, I'm going 75 and they're passing me pretty quickly. And I see four children in the backseat. I can't tell if any are sealbelted, but I know at least two were not because they had climbed up onto the back dash (you know, the flat space reserved for tissues and other things we lose that meets up with the back window) and are making faces at all of the cars they go by. And I'm thinking yeah, you made the right choice...
And then I get closer to home and stop at the gas station. A not very nice truck. That happens to have confederate flags on the back windows, and a "NO FAT CHICKS" bumper sticker on the back. The door opens and this man gets out who has at least 200 lbs on me. His sweatpants are filthy and, well - let's just say he needed to say no to crack. Grizzly beard, greasy hair, and flip flops (it's like 7 degrees out here). And let's just say he'd probably never seen a pedicure. He closes his door and proceeds to "hock a lugey" onto the side of the gas pump, laugh, and have a conversation with himself. And this guy is going to tell me "NO FAT CHICKS"? Why, because they turn you down too? (BTW, he also had one that said "TO ALL YOU VIRGINS - THANKS FOR NOTHING")
And I started wondering - what do you think the deal is with bumper stickers? Do you think people really feel this way? Do you think they're so hungry for attention that they do it just for the reaction? Do you think they bought the car from someone else, and "inherited" the political placards? Have you ever seen an absolutely ironic political statement, and wondered - wtf?!
My car has no stickers. I used to have a Darnwin fish, but someone stole it off my car. I was told that one of the resident church-goers relieved me of my ownership. And I remember thinking, how ironic...