The Countertop Chronicles: Commies in the neighborhood

After dropping the wife off at work this morning, the son and I went to the playground and then stopped off at an estate sale on the way back home. I enjoy going to estate sales because you never know what treasures you will find. The selections are invariably better than at a yard sale (where someone is just selling junk). Anyway, I am looking for guns, like I usually am, and this time they had none (the women holding it was a single liberal retiring to Florida - not a true estate sale. Anyway, afterwards, we continued on and saw a yard sale advertised two blocks from our home in McLean, VA so we drove by.

Now, you have to understand, that our typical suburban assualt SUV is festooned with Bush/Cheney stickers, a Vietnam Veterans Against John Fonda Kerry bumper sticker and other assorted right wing pro NRA stickers. As we pulled up to the yard sale, the first thing I notice is a Fonda Fuckface yard sign. As we get out and walk around, I notice other things.

Communist propoganda
Long Haired Hippy Freak husband
Hot short blonde haired hippy freak liberal wife with big luscious blow job lips wearing disgusting liberal "Trade Free Zone" T-Shirt. WTF???
progressive this, socialist that pins, buttons, and T-Shirts

Ugh! I am getting nauseated looking at all this stuff. Lots of batik shirts and bongo drums and crappy old stereo equipment. As I am getting ready to turn around and leave, Long Haired Hippy Freak hubby and Hot hippy wife walk up to me to see if they can help me find some red army propoganda. As they talk to me, they are somewhat friendly at first. I am a bit taken back since I am wearing an ARMY gray running shirt (from my father in law) and wearing a khaki GOP Convention 2000 baseball cap (from National Beer Wholesalers Assoc.) when it dawns on me, they must see my peace pin on the hat.

Yep thats it. They think I am making some leftist statement by wearing a peace pin along with my pro military and pro Bush clothing. Then they get closer and actually read the small print Peace Through Superior Firepower and the look of disgust that washes over their face will entertain me through the rest of the summer.

I told them I didn't need anything and left. I wish I had asked them if they had any guns for sale. I might go back.