Posted Thu Jul 16, 2015 | 169 Words | Tagged story redneck

The fuel in the car was getting really low on the road trip. Thankfully there was a stop in a mile where hopefully I could fill up.

When I got there it was empty like much of the road.

I went into pay and the middle aged man, obviously a redneck from these parts, looks slightly suspicious but takes my my money anyway.  I turn to walk out and I feel something on my head. I pull my arms up and feel a cap on my head,

“How-do, looks like we got a new pair of hands ere”

I turned back to look at the guy. No wait something sounded off, guy? I know this guy? I couldn’t really think,

“Get rid of that on yer yapper and skedaddle. Your maw could do with a hand”

Oh yeah maw, huhu it can be hard to thinks around here. I go up to my room and take my shirt off, not like it’s needed when working out on the ranch.