The Kind-Hearted Smart Aleck

I've always felt out of place when stepping into a Wal-Mart. At times, especially if it's late, the place has presented me with the vibe of a drunken trailer party. There's a 97-year old greeter at the door waving like the queen and trying to say hello. As I walk about the store, mullets, overalls and buckteeth appear to be back in style. I hear more southern accents within the first five minutes than I'd heard over the previous year combined. Yes, right as I walk into a Wal-Mart, I typically feel more out of place than a nun at an orgy. For the first time in a while, a good friend of mine and I decided to take a late-night stroll in Wal-Mart. Neither of us care for the store, so we wanted to go late-night people-watching and have fun observing and poking fun at some items in the place. After walking around for approximately three hours, I have to say, Wal-Mart is a "different" kind of place. Like guns? Bow and arrows? Axes? Machetes which cost $6.88? Then...

It may be wrong, but it's still funny. What do many people stereotype country music as depicting? Perhaps a guy wearing overalls, sitting with his back against a large tree next to his dog and a gun pointed directly toward himself. Of course, he owned a truck as well. Yes, cheerful times indeed! Well, this stereotype came to life for me. No, not for me personally, but there were some former neighbors of mine, whom live in a house behind ours, and as I walked my dogs a while back, all I could do was laugh. I walked my dogs and noticed some depressing country music emanating from somewhere. Then, from the back of their house, emerged this big truck, with a middle-aged man driving, his dog in the passenger seat and depressing country music blaring out his speakers. I couldn't hear too many of the lyrics, but I overheard three distinct words: "dog," "gun" and "truck." I don't know how accurate this country stereotype is, but on that day, at tha...