Tuesday, September 3, 2013


Seen at the Little A'Le'Inn in Rachel, NV at about 1:30 p.m., August 31st, 2013

You grip the knife with your ever-dusty fingers as you do each time a customer walks in the door. They ain't from around here. You can't trust anybody from not around here. You can barely trust anybody from around here.

You can tell they ain't from around here because of their clothes. Bright colors, you see. Unfamiliar slogans. Fancy shoes. You can also tell they ain't from around here because you haven't seen 'em before. They've never come in for a six pack or smokes. You shouldn't trust people you haven't ever seen before.

Why should you trust them when they don't trust you? They always ask you about your experiences and then they smirk when you tell 'em the truth. No, you haven't ever been abducted. Yes, you've seen two UFOs, bigger than the mountains. Just because you were eleven don't make it wrong. And mind, you never said it was aliens. You're no dummy. You just said unidentified flying objects. We're near an Air Force base. It really ain't too far-fetched.

You grip the knife with your ever-dusty fingers until they order food. One forgets to grab his utensils at the buffet. You ain't unfeeling. You're small-town hospitable, just as you should be. You offer your knife to him.

Saw this nice lady when we explored Area 51 the other day. Read about it on my personal blog Viva Las Becky.

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