Up at the top of the ridge, up Clarksville Highway, is Tony's Foodland, which is the kind of
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place a girl can run in to to grab a box of cereal and some toilet paper and know she's going to find easy parking. It's the kind of place where folks block the aisle gossiping about someone who turns out to be in the next aisle.
It's also the kind of place that is open every holiday and every holiday they load up styrofoam coolers full of hot meals for all the old people who want to have a holiday meal but may not have family or the wherewithal to cook it. I'm a sentimental fool, but I swear, when I'm running in there because we've discovered we've run out of milk after using it to wash down our Christmas candy, it makes me teary-eyed to see these folks working on holidays to provide for the old folks who need it.
These are very community-oriented folks. So, I wonder, who will be the first to deck the fucker with the SS tattoo?
I saw him for the first time back in January and I about died of shock. I complained about it over on Tiny Cat Pants
only to discover that folks claiming to be snipers claim that snipers get SS tattoos. Well, what do you say in the face of that except, "Give me a call in 50 years when American kids are running around with Bin Laden tattoos and let's see if you feel like it's okay."
But being the stupid liberal that I am, I thought, well, maybe I need to be more open-minded about idiots with SS tattoos. Maybe some of them are just snipers.
Yes, America, I am embarrassed to admit that, in the service of being open-minded, I had convinced myself that I need to be more understanding of assholes with huge SS tattoos on their arms.
And then I didn't see him again, so I assumed that he either died or had sense enough to start wearing long-sleeved shirts when out in public.
But who do I see at the grocery store just now but that fucker with the SS tattoo, only now he's got his head shaved, and he's wearing a tank-top, so there is no mistaking. He's not one of those misguided idiots; he's deliberately evil.
So, I'm scoping out the grocery store hoping for him to cross paths with just one veteran of World War II and I'm hoping the old guy is rested up from his trip on Wednesday
so that he's got his strength to just haul off and deck that jackass.
But no such luck.