Yeah, living in the south with any sort of style makes you an outsider. I should have been wearing workboots, oilstained jeans and a wife beater.
No he didn't say or do anything phyical thank goodness because his kids were at the table too while this guy was acting more like a child than they were. I would hate to imbarass the guy in front of his family, but at the same time I won't be punked in front of mine either. So I stared back, cast a shiteating grin at him and kept walking. I love laughing at people when they are mad at me, it makes them even more mad while I just laugh more. Its all a mind game some times...
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