The Haircut

I was sitting in the chair getting my hair cut, listening to a couple of old ladies talk politics. "Hell no, I voted for Hillary." "If that other thing gets to be president, I think I'll leave the country." I was thinking to myself, I guess that's why Clinton won the Oklahoma Democratic primary. There are a bunch of old racist women here that would never vote for any black person but have progressed enough to vote for a woman, as long as she's white. I must have been making a face trying to hold in my outrage because someone quickly said "Let's don't talk about politics, I'm tiered of it." So the old ladies started talking about pain pills and muscle relaxers. One of them saying she was pretty buzzed because she took on of Maggie's pain pills and they must be stronger that hers were, they were a different color. They went on and on about swapping pills and all that. This stuff is fine with me but I'd bet you dollars to donuts that if a story came on the news (which we were watching at the time) saying that they had busted someone for prescription drug abuse, these ladies would be saying "Good! One less druggie on the streets!" They just don't see themselves the way I do.
But I guess that's life in Biblebelt, Oklahoma.