Posted Sat Sep 12, 2015 | 196 Words | Tagged story redneck

He opened the taxi app from the airport in order to get to his hotel and go on his holiday to New York. A new option he’d never seen before appeared, simply labeled “SPECIAL” and it had a cheaper quote so he picked it.

What turned up was a fairly old pick-up truck and inside was a 30 year old typical redneck. Not wanting to offend anyone in his first 5 minutes of being in the country he got in.

They seemed to be driving for ages and must have taken a wrong turn. Something was strange about the stereo as he’d never heard any of the songs before. Something strange about farms and rednecks.

He fell asleep to it, all he could hear was it repeating the words redneck, ranch, gun, America. 

Waking up he felt a bit sticky in his clothes and thankfully the driver had some spares he changed into. Bit mucky but they’d do fine for on the ranch. He thanked the driver, paid and started singing away the song stuck in his head, I’m a redneck, I’m a redneck” still in half a daze. He’d get used to it soon enough.