Two Trickling tales in Normal entries

So I’m in this gas station in Wyoming and I picked up some water and cigerettes (shut up, I’m quitting again).
“Do you have American Spirit Blacks?”
I swear you could hear gears spinning. “Um, what is that?”
I had peeked around her, no small task, and saw the rows of American spirits.
“Cigerettes, right there” I pointed.
She touched the blue box, before I could say no, the yellow.
“No, the blacks.”
She touched the purple and then landed on the black.
“What’s so special about these? Are they black?”
My gears were spinning and she started reading the back.
“Oh, they’re not addictive.”
“What?”
“Says so right here.”
I really don’t correct many adults, not outloud, when they misread something, but, I guess I needed a smoke.
“No additives, it says no additives.”
“What?”
“It’s just tobacco.”
Blank stare. I started to explain.
“I guess,” she says furrowing her brow, “Everything can be addictive.”
“Yes, especially things like cigerettes, alcohol, heroin …”
“Yeah, heroin is bad.”
“Yes it is. Thank you.”
You think I edited that story. I did, I made her less verbose and a bit better spoken. I left out the part where she wondered why Marlboro reds were called reds and her bit about camel straights and how all factory rolled cigarettes were straight.

There was this guy in the smoking area of the comfort Inn in Kearny Nebraska. I was on my way back. This guy was drunk and deaf, ok, he was drunk and hard of hearing. He wanted to make small talk. It was small. I made the mistake of asking him about the debate. I had tried asking him about the MSU game or the Oregon game, both of which I had been in the respective towns for, all three of which I missed because, you know, fuck it, my daughter was getting married. The drunk deaf guy had opinions about everything, most of which ended with Fuck those fucking fuckers. He was amused with his drunkenness. I don’t think he saw the debate but he had a strong opinion. Among the many expletives of mixed gentalia I think my favorite was how that “pussy ball sack, pussy prick pounding pinko, provlocked Don who was just trying to say Fuck those Fucking Fuckers.”

It’s the first time I had heard a real live person be a trump fan. I have a strong bias, but, even so, if I had thought about it, that guy is exactly what I’d have pictured. No offense intended, but, seriously? You could call the guy disenfranchised and frustrated with the state of the country, wouldn’t have made him any more sober or hear any better. The guy was there working and I think he mentioned something about a wife at home, which is 47 minutes north of Omaha if those fucking fuckers don’t jam up the road with their dying and shit. So, um, he might disenfranchised because of his attitude?

Ok. That was stuff trickling as I remember it.