As I was walking through the work zone you see here, a car drove by and the guy in the passenger seat yelled something at me. All I could make out was "... job, dipshit!" My first guess was "Get a job, dipshit!" But after thinking it over a while I decided that didn't make sense. The car came up from behind me, so he would have had to have formed the comment before seeing anything other than my back. Then I realized he must have seen my reflective vest and assumed I was a construction worker, responsible for the slower speed he had to travel through the work zone on his way to do important video game and potato chip activities. "Good job, dipshit!" is what he must have yelled. Think of all the time he could have saved me just by speaking a little more clearly.
Day 41
The case for more articulate hecklers
May 6th, 2010
Hey Matthew – we’re really enjoying the journey reports and cool pictures. If you’d like to head south I know some great folks in Delphi, IN who would love to welcome you with a delicious meal, hot shower and nice bed. They’re the parents of my co-anchor Kelcey Carlson here at WRAL.
You’re so funny Matt. I love your wittiness.
What’s happening with your beard? You have a lot of time to think; is that making you more peaceful or driving you to the brink of madness?
The beard is fairly short now. I’m not letting it get too out of hand. My mind generally just wanders as I’m walking. I sing a lot, mostly nonsense songs that I make up.
I look forward to hearing these songs ad infinitum in a couple of days.
Loving how your letting all things wander (feet, beard, heart, head and song) while on your journey. Write down some of your lyrics for your faithful following!!!
Kellie
Have you been heckled often?
What state have you received the most hecklers?
LIKE THEY SAY NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO THERE WILL BE AN A__HOLE AROUND.