I had left Washington D.C. at 11:30 am on a Sunday morning, I was in need of adventure, and a fresh perspective on life. I hoped on the "Mega-bus", and negotiated a $15 ticket to allow me to exodus our nation's miserable capitol, to depart toward...Knoxville, Tennessee.
I was in excellent spirits, despite my lack of "spirits", wine, or beer. I sat in the front, to take in the Virginia countryside, the cradle of my childhood.
Our first pit-stop was at Virginia Tech, the our next layover was in Galax, Virginia. The driver announced we had 30 minutes to rest. That gave me 30 minutes, to usurp beer, bum cigarettes, and buy burgers. I entered the gas station which was a-joined with a Burger King.
My first culture shock, was that all the employees here were white, a diametric reality to California, my home. I approached the clerk at the gas station, who was laboring at glacial speed, a very plain Virginian woman.
"How ya do'in sur?"
"Quite well" I responded. "Um..I'm in a hurry...where can I get some beer?"
"Well...I reckon ya cab get it up da street dere, at that gray gas station on the other side of the road." She pointed. "If your fixen ta drink dat is." Her southern draw was beginning to amuse me.
"No" I responded "I'm just being a good Samaritan and buying for that group of 6th graders outside on their school field trip."
"Ya what naw?" And with that, I made a B-line for the suggested gas station. Seeing as my trip, would take several more hours, and I was on a travelers budget, the alcohol content counted in this case. I selected two "Mike's Hard Lemonades" and approached the clerk, who looked like Larry the Cable Guy, and was sporting a mullet. Not the hideous 20"-80" mullet, but the more noble and fashionable 10"-90" mullet found prevalent in the L.A. glam rock bands, of the 1980's.