A Vignette: Conversation between two strangers

Moving to a new state soon, I am buying a lot of stuff for the new home while I reside in Oregon, to take advantage of the lack of a sales tax. Some of it is bulky and heavy and requires an actual freight company to deliver it.

Friday I waited for the truck with the grandchildrens bunk beds to arrive. I sat on our porch, drinking my BRCC coffee in my BRCC mug to catch the crew before they unloaded. I needed them to drive to the street below where my garage is, in order for me to assemble it there for moving day.

We are having beautiful end of summer weather, blue skies, low 70s F, so I enjoyed handling calls and emails while outside, only interrupted by the dog walkers running by , each leading a gaggle of toy dogs on methedrine.

The deuce and a half arrives and the driver is alone. He responds to my request with cheer, just making sure of the turns to get there successfully.

I go downstairs , open the garage door and wave him in as he approaches.

The guy gets out of the cab and is extremely large. About 6 foot eight, maybe 400 pounds, with serious musculature and serious tattoos. He may be the biggest Hispanic guy I have ever met.

Like many large folks, they have the open friendliness that comes with being the top of the food chain. I offer to help unload, since he has no helper, but he will have none of it. He picks up the boxes of the bed kit, consisting of eucalyptus wood and brackets and one hands each out of the truck and under the cover on my driveway.

During this process, we engage in conversation about the local area, why I am moving (taxes and crazy politicians) and his thinking about exiting the state for his family’s sake. He is currently residing in Portland city limits, and the tax burden is significant with declining services.

Despite that decline, a great preponderance of Portlanders are died in the wool progressives, If you have seen the show “Portlandia” it is not comedy but a documentary.

As he is wrapping up, getting my electronic finger scrawl on his cellphone which somehow is supposed to be a legal signature, he suddenly gets a darker change in tone in his facial expression and says “You’re not one of those Trump supporters, are you?”

I gave my usual response when asked that by a Portland resident, while part of my brain is shouting “He can crush you easily”.

“Yes, because there is no one around I can see who is better.”

The man grabs my hand and cracks a twelve inch wide smile, pumps it up and down and goes “He is the best goddamn thing that ever happened to this country”

I realized the dark tone and his question was a defense posture, as admitting your politics where he lives will result in shunning and worse.

We talked for another half an hour. It made my day.

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Author: TKC 1101

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7 thoughts on “A Vignette: Conversation between two strangers”

  1. It is a shame this guy had to frame the question that way. And we are the intolerant ones. Not by a long shot. Great post!

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  2. I work at a company with many offices.  We have occasional corporate visitors from other parts of the country.   Most of them are relieved to be able to speak with us about conservative opinions.   We are happy to provide a respite from the Leftist onslaught.

    MAGA

    Cheers !

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  3. It’s really kinda scary now.  When you meet someone new, neither person wants to declare his/her politics, so you begin this sort of verbal dance, each watching the other very closely for a  clue, like men trying to discover if the other is a Freemson or something.  On one of our trips I met an interesting woman, also a lawyer,  and somehow I misunderstood her, thought she was a trump supporter. She wasn’t. Awk-Ward! 

    On the the other hand, there’s the relief, the joyous falling upon the neck of a stranger who does  turn out to be rightly guided, the almost giddy laughter and camaraderie! Mon semblable, mon frère! 

    Interesting times…..

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  4. Hypatia:
    It’s really kinda scary now.  When you meet someone new, neither person wants to declare his/her politics, so you begin this sort of verbal dance, each watching the other very closely for a  clue, like men trying to discover if the other is a Freemson or something.  On one of our trips I met an interesting woman, also a lawyer,  and somehow I misunderstood her, thought she was a trump supporter. She wasn’t. Awk-Ward! 

    On the the other hand, there’s the relief, the joyous falling upon the neck of a stranger who does  turn out to be rightly guided, the almost giddy laughter and camaraderie! Mon semblable, mon frère! 

    Interesting times…..

    We’re parked in a Yosemite Lakes Resort campsite on the bank, literally, of the south fork of the Tuolomne River, five miles west of Yosemite.  Pix will follow on our return next week.  We had just such a conversation with our neighbors, who sadly decamped this morning.  We spent a hilarious couple of nights wining and laughing, making sport of the commies.  They are in the process now of leaving CA for good, for all the right reasons.  Big fun and beauty here!

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