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Only in Bakersfield?
This morning I drove to the local WalMart to pick up some maintenance supplies for my pickup truck. (Boy, does that sentence place me in a cultural niche, or what?) As I was going to the automotive cashier I saw a white couple get in line. She was clad in a jacket with a Confederate flag on the right sleeve. He had a NASCAR hat and a Confederate flag belt buckle.
Right behind came two African-American men. One of them was wearing a Lakers cap and a shirt with an image of Snoop on the front. The other one had a shirt commemorating Huey Newton. As the line progressed, the four of them got into a friendly discussion regarding whether or not synthetic oil is appropriate for an older Honda Civic. All four seemed to have opinions on the subject. They then exchanged numbers on their cell phones, made their purchases, and went their separate ways.
Any watcher of cable news would think this scene impossible. Is it only Bakersfield?
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(Getting back to the original topic) Michael, this is what I see and experience virtually everywhere I go.
(Now getting back to the subtopic) Let’s hear it for the Ultra CDP II. All good, j u s t right!
“On line” is apparently some New York only deal. It jars every time I hear Andrew Klavan say it.
Reminds me of this:
I hardly ever go to Target because Walmart always has a better price. However…one of my student’s gifted me with a Target card. So, today, I went in to spend it on glue sticks, since I’m running low. After check out…I went to the restroom–there WAS one labeled Women and one labeled Men. Hmmmm…I guess they’re just behind the times.
His Mama tried to raise him better, but her pleading he denied…
Because it’s not (always) exactly the same thing, so we use both of them. When we have lines outside a New York City movie theater or concert, there’s rarely a velvet rope of an orderly single file line; usually it’s a thick stream of people, six or eight wide. But it’s not a mob; when the doors open, the crowd surges through the door eight people wide. They were “on line”. They got into the place in the order in which they stood.
The Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall are “in line”. The six cylinders of a 1950 Chevy are in line. The Partridge Family is in line.
But if you’re waiting to get in? You’re on line.
Arguing religion, IOW…
Lol. I think that’s what I said. It’s a New York only thing.
(I grew up in New York…)
Oh please…
Think of the line as a train. Get on the train, get on the line. That’s all it is.
Sheeshe.
I find this comment to be highly offensive, with all your talk of guns and everything. This is because, of course, that I just bought a S&W 617-6 .22 10-shot revolver, and I’m a little jealous.
!thgir nmaD
This reminds me of one of my favorite Kevin Williamson articles.
I don’t want to characterize it too much. Just read it, it’s short.
When I want to get under someones skin I say “I’m in the queue” …
Get on the train? No, thanks. I saw what happened to Wile E. Coyote when he did that. Tunnels.
No.
You get in line to get on the train.
It ain’t that tough.
You missed your chance to say “I’m on the queue.” But then they might think you were talking about hair.
People might not remember but before Obama racism had virtually vanished in America, but then Obama made it front page news again with the silly business about the Boston professor who was busted and then the kid who was killed in Florida “could have been my son.” How can racism be claimed when a totally incompetent African American was elected President twice? If anything, I think people voted for Obama to prove that, despite his unsuitability to be President, they wanted to give a black man a chance to balance the scales! Yet despite Obama and media hysteria, in everyday interactions, racism is still not even a blip on the radar.
I resemble that remark.
I can’t remember the comedy show (something about plants) where Obama said he was proud to be the first black president, and the host said he was working hard to be the last one.
Although, since his mom was white, Obama was actually the first 1/2 black President so we probably need another half (at least) to get guilt-free where having a black president is concerned. Maybe if that female Muslim from Minnesota got elected president, we could pass gender, race, and multi-cultural muster in one fell swoop.
Now if this were a progressive site you guys would have to deal with the issue at hand with the seriousness it deserves. I suppose, I’ve never been to one.
But once you get in line, then you are ON line. It’s a state of being.
And I know y’all think Jersey is just a New York wannabe. Even my cousin from Delaware used to dis NJ. Can you believe it? Delaware?!? So if you wanna heap disrespect on us, get in line.
No, You ain’t “on line” unless there’s a line painted on the ground or Yer on the phone cruisin’ the net. So, don’t feed Me that line of bs.
(That cracked Me up. Well played.)
So…..yesterday, I had to run to Target to get…..GLUE STICKS! Not kidding.
Ricochet is weird.
Merle married Buck Owens former wife Bonnie Owens(a recorded Country Music Singer herself) who toured as a back up singer in the Strangers even after she and Merle divorced in 1978 … a real Bakersfield Okie soap opera …
We are dealing with it with the seriousness it deserves.
For no particular reason, this reminds me of the scene in Firefly where Niska is torturing Mal and Wash. Mal and Wash are arguing about something while being tortured and Wash says “Screw you.” Mal says “Get in line.”
“Step up to my line. Do not step on my line. Do not step over my line. Step up to my line.”
(0.57 to 1:01 [1 second each order]).
Ah, yes, the Okies. The daughter’s MIL is one of those (in spirit at least, her forebears are technically from Kansas). I think the proportion is particularly high in Oildale. I’ve learned that Okie is a term one may use on oneself. Calling others that can be problematic.