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a couple of times a week. I'm only there for an hour or so. It's in a small strip mall, only five storefronts on a side street. The vacant spot in the middle was finally rented a couple of months ago. It's now a gun shop, and there are usually two or three people waiting for the owner to open the door. He's doing a land office business, seeing as how this is a very red part of a purple state that is trying to turn blue. Long before hunting season his customers were making sure that their Second Amendment provisions were well stocked.
I get glared at a lot as I walk from my car to my destination. Seems that an old lady who wears oxygen and walks with a cane is a threat to some of these people. It's a bit disconcerting when a couple of people, each toting a pair of rifles, stop their conversation in order to maintain their disapproving stare as I pass by. Their huge, shiny and fairly new SUVs and lifted pickups are quite the contrast to my old, crumpled and rusting hulk.
One of these guys has taken to parking his beast next to mine. To be fair, it could be coincidence; but he does seem to enjoy the opportunity to snort and smirk as I climb into my car. The back of my vehicle is plastered with bumper stickers for candidates and causes, my favorites being the three different Obama stickers. His truck has a number of stickers, too, the most prominent being a vulgarism about Obama. I know for a fact that one of my stickers and at least one of his came from the same manufacturer. Guess which one of us really believes in freedom.
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