You know, I never have these kinds of experiences. Maybe it's a regional thing. Last time I was in an auto shop (happened to be a Tire Factory...recommended by a dear friend who's a Messiah supporter) there was a nice elderly couple there who had their little Yorkie with them. They were having their tires checked before heading down coast highway in their RV. I know this from the little chat we had while we were waiting. We talked about the weather, their little dog, a few of the places they'd been...the ordinary stuff one talks with friendly strangers about. I don't have a clue who they voted for, never came up. The news WAS on in the background but it was turned down too low for anyone to hear.
Of course, it I was in a situation with the above DUmmie, I just might be tempted to laugh at its little snarky remarks, pretend I agree, encourage it to keep talking, bring forth its rabid, drooling inner moonbat. I mean waiting around to have ones car serviced is boring (they don't even have the cool hair cut magazines that styling salons have). At least I'd be entertained and it might just be a better way to pass time then reading the two day old front page of Moscow on the Willamette's daily rag or looking at brochures about tires.
Cindie
