Hey! Did you hear that? It’s my neighbor’s car alarm going off for the 34983976894th time today. AWESOME!!
Because I’m not a very nice person, I’m going to share something with all of you. Her e-mails are often full of typos and poor grammar, but I assumed it’s because she fires them off quickly and doesn’t edit. I think I’m wrong.
Our story of how we met
Sucker and Celestia met in the spring of 2000 through a mutual friend of theirs, which Celestia was renting a room form. Celestia’s roommate Frank and her had met that summer before while on a wakeboarding trip in Parker, AZ (Colorado River). At first Celestia didn’t really notice Sucker at all that much as she was still new to the group of friends she just met that November before and Sucker was also a new comer to the group and it wasn’t until all the girls kept talking about this “Hot” guy what was starting to wakeboard with the guys that Celestia finally noticed him. After they finally met officially, Sucker and Celestia both seemed to connect with each other more than anyone else they had ever met before.From that point on, Sucker started pursuing her more and more. At first she was a little intimidated by him, but as they went on many weekend boating trips with the group they developed a great friendship that seemed to grow into something more. Sucker finally asked Celestia out and they started seeing each other that May and by June they were officially a couple. Sucker and Celestia were inseparable and did everything together.
That makes my brain hurt.
There is SO MUCH I could say about the truthfulness of that story, but I won’t. I’ll just say that she must be assuming that anyone who knew her pre-Sucker wouldn’t be reading it.
Ha.
I don’t know what I’ll write about if she ever quits (which, I fear, is never going to happen anyway).
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At my company, our main customer base is the trucking industry.
A girl that I work with, N, gets a lot of trucking publications because she follows the industry, and because we advertise in some of them. And one magazine in particular, features an actual trucker on the cover. Not a male model/actor pretending to be a trucker. And usually, it looks like a stereotype: the hat, overalls, some sort of America-themed t-shirt, jacked-up teeth, and kind of a “wooooo, doaggies!!” look in his eye. One time, in particular, it featured a trucking couple, and I almost took the magazine home and framed that cover, because that couple looked the two most awesomely backwoods types ever.
As a marketer, N goes to a lot of trade shows. Like, once a month she’s traveling to some trade show somewhere. Last week she went to a show in Montreal. I asked her today how it went, and she said that it was really nice there, and that Montreal was a beautiful city, blah, blah, blah. Then she told me that she was invited to a wine and cheese party that was being held for the exhibitors. I was shocked by this, because I figured truckers aren’t exactly the wine-and-cheese types. They’re more of a PBR and Cheetos crowd. But she told me no, that the exhibitors there were very VERY different from the truckers here.
And then I started to wonder if the white trash culture is exclusive to the this country. I mean, are there French White Trashies? It can’t just be us, right? Somewhere in Italy there has to be a sub-culture of mulleted meth-heads singing the Italian version of “Freebird”.
