Blown Steriotype

What was I thinking?

Blundering to work Monday morning, I pulled up behind a Ford Ranger pickup at a busy intersection. Waiting on the light, I began scanning the vehicle for clues about its driver. A large sign was posted in the rear window “Tune In To the Rock 106.9″. I could hear thudding bass sounds throbbing from the cab. “Kid,” I thought.

I continued my investigation. Hanging on the rear window was the telltale gun rack so common in western Colorado. “A redneck kid who happens to like Rock,” I concluded.

A little to far to make out what caliber weapons were hanging on the rack, I surmised they must be high-powered with large scopes, maybe even AK47, just as well go big when I was imagining. I drew closer.

As I moved within striking distance of the Ranger bumper the racks contents became clearer, fly rods and spinning gear. “What!” my head screamed. “This can’t be!”

What self-respecting kid with a gun rack and a Ranger would be carrying fishing gear where guns ought to be? I was stunned. My mind couldn’t hold the dissonance.

Then I began to laugh at my propensity to build profiles with little information.

Reviews

[AllenS]

I continually laugh at myself.

[AllenS]

Thanks Coyote for reading my stuff, really reading. It means a lot to be read.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Allen. We make decisions too quickly. I like the ending. In our world. We forget to talk and seek understanding. Thank you for sharing the amazing and worthwhile story.
Coyote

[AllenS]

Its quicker, isn't it, to assume what going on without attempting to understand.