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Originally Posted by Pete
How come people never come up pounding on my window and making little growly faces?
I stop on the Murch for chicken gizzards all the time.
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About 20 years ago I was sleeping at a rest stop in N.C., up in the mountains. Dead asleep in the front seat, fully reclined and some moron taps on my window.
Says something, I said "what"?
He says, "come on, how much?"
I reply, "WTF you talking about?"
Then it hit me. I tell him to "F*** Off".
He starts to tap on my window again, I pull out the .45 that was on my chest and point it at him and repeat what I just said. He muttered something I could not understand and beat feet.
I think the .45 is sort of a universal sign, it's understood everywhere.
