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Well, Wednesday morning I went out to start my car, because it had iced that night. The door was frozen shut so I tapped around the door like I was taught to do and the door opened. I started the car and shut the door. I went back in the house and got my stuff. I got in the car and the door was hard to shut, I didn’t think to much about it and went to work. When I turned in the parking lot at work (which is 35 miles from home) the drivers door flew open. I parked the car, got out shut the door and it wouldn’t close. I tried to shut it a little harder this time and it still would not shut. I was running late so I went on in. At lunch I came out and the door was open. I tried working the door handle and the lock, it still would not close. A couple of the guys I work with said that they would look at it after work, they did and it was the latch. It was broke, we couldn’t fix it. So after about 30 minutes, we had to tie the door shut with me in the car. I had to hold the door shut all the way home.
When I got home, I found out that the tire on my truck was flat. I had to call my brother and ask him to come over and try to fix it. I had to take the day off work to get my truck fixed, so I can get to work. I lost a days pay which really sucks swamp water. With what I make, I can’t afford taking off a day. I still have to get the car fixed and that is about $300. That is a paycheck and an additional $50.
This week has just sucked. I hope someone else had a better one.
The people that really burn my ass are the yuppies or city slickers that say, they hate Tennessee or any Southern state for that matter. They have no clue about us or anything else. They call us fly over states. Well good, you just keep flyin’ over us because we don’t want your kind here, you smell up the air with your stench.
Â You call us hillbillies, dumb hicks, country bumpkins, and rednecks. If we were to stop being what we are and who we are all ya’ll would starve to death. Where do you think most of the food you get from the grocery store comes from? Could it be those fly over states that you hate so much. If it was not for all the rednecks, hillbillies, and country bumpkins farming, raisin’ cattle, and other livestock you would starve.
We are the folks that built this country with our blood, sweat, and tears. So the next time you go to the store to get a gallon of milk or a loaf of bread, think about the folks that got up at 3:00 a. m. to milk the cows or harvest the grain. And if you still don’t get it, you probably never will. So I just have one more thing to say to you, Kiss My Country Ass!