Land of the oversize vehicals

I'm not sure what it is like in places other than San Diego, but here, the bigger your car, the richer you are. I have mentioned this several times when complaining about large trucks tailgating me. Yesterday, I saw a Hummer parked in my new Apartment complex. I was brought up mid to lower middle class, that is, at one point, we had a grouply owned boat (still in the family, but no longer accessable to me) and at another point, we lived on top raman. To me, a cupboard full of food is amazing. So in my mind, you live in apartment because you can't buy a house, and house and hummers go together. In East County, where I live, it's not so much about the Expeditions, as about the F350's lifted. These are desert rats in my community, or, they are pretending to be. I live in the valley of the redneck.

So this morning, when I got out of my car, and turned to leave for the timeclock, I knocked my shoulder hard against the sideview mirror of the truck I parked next to. I'm 5'5" with my heels on, so you can imagine how high the truck sits. I hit it hard. It reminded me of the time when I got out of my car and ran face first into the sideview mirror of the RV parked next to me. Another shining moment I wish I had on camera