An actual dialog . . .
Now that Bad Jim is semi-retired (translation: unemployed) he often spends his mornings in the Whataburger near his house drinking coffee, reading want ads and doing crossword puzzles. The best part of the morning is eavesdropping on the white tips (translation: white shoes and white hair) who meet there every morning for coffee and breakfast. Sound bites actually heard the last few weeks:
Ralph (looking up from his “Houston Chronicle”): Oh no. Ole Charlie Wilson died!
Thelma: Who the hell is that? Some guy you worked with at Lubrizol?
Ralph: Ya know? They made a movie about him. He was that congress guy that started the war in Afghanistan.
Bingo: That Sara Palin, she ran all them Liberals out of office in Alaska. Fired’um all.
Thelma: Like who? Name one Democrat that was ever elected in Alaska. They’re all rednecks like us.
Bingo: It’s true. My niece gotta email about it.
Ralph: I think they call’um bluenecks, Them Alaska Yankees. Ha. Uuh-ah uh-ah ha.
Ralph: If I had a business on the beach in Hawaii, and it was wiped out by that there su-lami wave, I’d sue the sh!t outta those Chill-leee ba5tards.
Bingo: Me too!
Thelma: I liked this Whataburger much better when ya could smoke here! God damn liberals.
Bingo: Sara Plain will change all that when she gets elected.
Thelma: What time does Gene’s Bar open?
Ralph: Can’t smoke there any more either sweetie. ‘Smoke-free’ everywhere in Pasadena these days.
Thelma: Smoke-free? You can bet your boots that some god damn, Yankee fag came up with that.
Ferron: Did you know the goalie on the Canada ice hockey squad was a Mexican?
Thelma: Who told you that? Mexicans can’t ice skate.
Ferron: It’s true. My wife gotta email about it from her brother. They’re gonna take their medals away.
Bingo: It’s about time.