| To set this up, I'm wearing a track jacket that says "Ireland" across the front that I bought at Target a few years back. Add to this that I'm one of two gringos (the other is the roughneck, referenced below, who is wearing a jacket from a drilling company based out of Longview, Tx) in the Seguin Whataburger, and from this awkward, potentially violent hilarity abounds! So after the roughneck made things uncomfortable by staring at my jacket for a good two minutes while we were in line, he speaks up: | |
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| Roughneck: | Hey Ireland. You from there or somethin'? |
| Me: | Nope. |
| Roughneck: | Well why you wearin' that jacket then? |
| Me: | I saw it in the store and I liked it. So I bought it. You from Longview? |
| Roughneck: | No, my co- |
| Me: | Then why're you wearing that jacket? |
| Roughneck (stammers): | Well...I...man, that ain't right. |
| At that point, he furiously knocked his cup and orange number off the counter, muttered something, picked it up, and stormed off. |
