REENIE'S REACH
by irene bean

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SOME OF MY FAVORITE BLOGS I'VE POSTED


2008
A Solid Foundation

Cheers

Sold!

Not Trying to be Corny

2007
This Little Light of Mine

Love Ya, Sweetheart

We Were Once Young

Veni, Vedi, Vinca

U Tube Has a New Star

The Date

Packing a 3-Iron

Getting Personal

Welcome Again

Well... Come on in

Christmas Shopping

There's no Substitute

2006
Dressed for Success

Cancun Can-Can

Holy Guacamole

Life can be Crazy

The New Dog

Hurricane Reenie

He Delivers

No Spilt Milk

Pretty Lucky Woman

Naked Fingers

Blind

Have Ya Heard the One About?

The Great Caper

Push

Why I Don't Date Anymore

Barney's P***S

My New Security System

Dedicated to Katy

A Short List

Giving the Finger

Rumble, rumble, rumble

I can’t recall if I’ve written about this before and I’m too lazy to check, but something I noticed as soon as I bought my truck, which I bought soon after moving here because the local hardware store charged me $25 to deliver an 8’ ladder and the economics made sense to me even though it might sound insane to you, whew… that I was given THE finger a lot.

Still with me?

Okay, not that finger, sillies. The index finger. Generally, it’s the right hand index finger. This doesn’t happen when I’m driving my city car. It only happens when I’m driving my big-bad-girl-loud-pipes Silverado truck.

There are little nuances (hmm, is that redundant) to life in the country, which I’m about to share with you for when you visit.

Only people in trucks acknowledge each other. Just like in the big cities, people in cars would look pretty goofy if they waved to each other all the time. Anyway, here are the acknowledgment rules when you’re driving your truck:

• Don’t lift either right or left hand and wave – you’ll look like a damn fool.
• While keeping your hands on the steering wheel, lift either the left or right hand - remember to keep a hold of the steering wheel while doing this, and just raise your fingers, not your thumb, with a brief salute of sorts.
• But the ULTIMATE sign that you have *arrived* is to simply raise an index finger. Just one measly index finger, that’s all it takes.

The other day I was cruising toward town in my truck and I got my PhD of acceptance: a local cop gave me the finger. Yahoooo & Boy Howdy & Cheese Grits & a Side of Biscuits and Gravy!

The other sure sign of belonging on the mountain is to call Tracey City simply Tracey. No one who is anyone calls Tracy, Tracy City. Oh, and by the way, Tracey is a small town up the road from Monteagle.

Just a few helpful tips for when y'all plan yer visit. I’ll keep ya posted as more come to mind.


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