“F” The President
February 22, 2006 – 5:37 pmSo Michele had gotten me an “F” The President sticker as a little stocking stuffer for christmas and I’ve had it on the rear window of my car ever since. I was a little leary to put it on, as we live in the south and nine out of ten people here seem to be Bush fans. But there is a small “Fuck the system” part of me that still remains from my high school days.
Anway, I completely expected to have to remove the sticker within less than a week. I assumed there would hoards of rednecks throwing their Skoal spit cups at my car. I imagined coming out of the house one morning to find my tires flat and my car covered in Bush/Cheney ‘04 stickers. Maybe I would catch Jeb scratching his last name into my hood with his keys.
Nope. There was nothing. For two solid months there wasn’t even a mention of “the sticker on that black car out there”. It was like nobody even saw it. Strangely, I didn’t find myself relieved. I was angry. I wanted people to see my sticker. I wanted to hear them tell me what an asshole I was in their twangy southern accents. I thought about moving the sticker to a more noticable spot on my car since the rear window is sloped very deeply and it might be hard to see.
Then today, I was at the front desk in a condominium rental office that we work for. The girl on duty had the front door propped open to enjoy the wonderful weather we were having. I was checking for Windows Updates on an XP machine, when I noticed this casually dressed, middle aged man walking past my car towards the office. He had a slight smirk on his face. He paused in the doorway and asked whose black car that was out there. There was only a white truck, and my black car in front of the building so I knew he was talking about mine. I’ve actually had several people ask me about the Scion since I bought it and I assumed that’s what he was going to do when I spoke up.
“I like your sticker” he said.
I have a “PHP” sticker that Michele bought me too, but I knew he wasn’t referring to that one.
“You must be pretty brave to drive around here with that on the back of your car.”
“I suppose you could say that. There aren’t many people around here who don’t kiss Bush’s ass, and the one’s that don’t like him, tend to keep quiet about it.”
And then we spilled over into the normal chit chat about how the world is going to hell, Texas oil men this, Middle Eastern terrorists that, and so on. I just found it interesting that after two months, the first person to ever comment on that sticker was actually NOT a Bush vote. And he was from Georgia.
