Only you, North Carolina

Two really interesting things happened to Rob and I during our adventure at the drive-in movie theater.

Number 1, this really cool guy was just chillin, ridin his motorcycle. I dunno, 40/45 mph? It's dark outside, we're on the highway approaching a light, lots of cars around.

But oh yeah, he's only got one hand on the handlebar thingies (you can tell I'm a biker) and he is STANDING on ONE FOOT on the SEAT of the motorcycle. The other leg is extended in the air.

We were looking around to see if he had buddies honking from a car or something, wanting desperately to know who was cool enough to have someone show off like that for them. But no, there was no one. He was just doin his thing. (We all know he was showing off for me, wink.)

Number 2, we are AT the drive-in and Rob goes into the already fairly sketchy looking concession stand and when he comes back, he enlightens me with the knowledge that they are selling GUNS in the concession stand.

Culture shock set in slower than one would think, out of utter disbelief that such a thing could actually be true.

But no. We went back together and yes, indeed, hand guns-a-plenty were for sale under glass. Oh no, of course no one was actually standing behind the gun counter because that might reflect an ounce of responsibility. But hey, at least if someone wanted to steal a gun and go on a rampage, there was plenty of ammunition for sale as well. And, surprisingly enough, the also had handcuffs for sale...... for all those turn-yourself-in types....?

Right.

At this point, do I even need to say that we were in Durham?