...why I must move out of the UP. And fast.
While sitting in a waiting room at a dealership with my sister, waiting for the mechanics to give her fabulous little Subaru an oil change, the television was on. It was CNN, it was interesting--I wasn't complaining. It was on for a while, and we were there, happily chatting and perusing magazines and knitting. (Ok, I was the only one knitting--but the funky pink scarf is now a foot long!!)
Suddenly two of the guys who worked there stomped into the room. One went to the tv and clicked his tongue in disgust. Off went CNN, flew past the cartoon channels, ESPN even, the Golf channel was passed up. He paused and a low heckle came out when he saw the Speed Channel. (The Speed Channel: made by hicks who love racing for hicks who can't get enough of racing. What. The. Hell?)
Oh please God no....
I breathed a sigh of relief when the racing on the Speed Channel didn't appease the surly salesman. The sigh was cut short when I saw the next channel he stopped on: TNT featuring NASCAR! it proclaimed.
He turned it up and strolled over to his burly friend. "Finally," he grunted. "Who says we couldn't find something great and beautiful about today?" He said this as the cars whipped around in a circle and one emitted a foggy black smoke from its engine while the mulleted crowd on television roared.
NASCAR = beauty. Only in the UP.
Ack.
Ciao, dahling!
~*Krissy*~