So one of the holsters I purchased from Cheaper Than Dirt remains on the FedEx truck, and it's 6:40 or so my time.
And I'm worried. Not about losing the holster, hell, it was a cheapie, and both Cheaper and FedEx will make good if lost. No, I'm worried that the driver took a wrong turn and wound up in a nearby neighborhood. Bad place. Wouldn't send one of the troll-moonbats who call me names there.
Last entry from FedEx reported that the vehicle left Ocala at 7:30 this morning, and it does not take 11 hours to reach Gainesville so it looks like the cannibals got the poor dude. I know that government money comes along and establishes welfare neighborhoods under the guise of lots of pretty names (Preserving the GLADES for ALL" and other such bilgewater) and that lots of states gobble that cash up to house the savages, but it's a crying shame they can't all be huddled together instead of spread out so as to catch the unawares. The inhabitants percolate out of the homes they've trashed and ooze into other areas like kudzu that then retreats from the dawning day. They hoot back and forth to one another all through the night, sending signals that they must feel to be indistinguishable from wildlife noises, but in fact sound like stoned crackheads imitating ruptured ducks. I've lived in the Northeast, Southeast, Midwest, and Way The Frig Out West, and they all sound the same. They skulk to the borders of civilization and test the defenses much as bacterium do when invading a healthy body.
Hope the driver didn't have any kids.
UPDATE: God Was His Co-Pilot...
FedEx dude just drove away, not a half hour over my worrying for his life. And yes, he DID get sidetracked but thankfully he made it out of Little Nairobi before full darkness fell. I thanked him profusely and even offered a ten buck tip for his troubles but he said nah. Sees a lot of such shit and doesn't let it bother him much anymore. Brave man.
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