Last weekend my family and I had, for some reason, a need to go to a clothing store. I despise shopping at clothing stores. I don’t know why, I just do. Anyway it was one of the rare times where the whole family rides together in the same car. The conversations get quite amusing; my boys have a quick wit and a dry sense of humor. As I said I do not like clothes shopping, and since I didn’t need any new cloths I elected to browse in another store not far away. JAX is one of my favorite stores; they have everything from mountain climbing equipment to saddles, live chickens to surplus assault rifles. Great place.
Anyway we happen to follow a car into the JAX parking lot. It was a modest SUV with a Wyoming license plate. The license plate had a number 2 followed on the other side of the Wyoming cowboy with the word “PINK”.
The speculation began…
“Two Pink? Maybe it’s a Brest Cancer awareness thing?”
“Who is driving, is it a guy or a girl?”
“There is a cowboy between the two and the pink”
“Two cowboy pink?”
“Two pink cowboys? Maybe it’s a ‘Broke back mountain’ kind of message”
This went on and on until the conversation was exhausted.
Then my oldest son chimes in.
“Two bucking pink”
That pretty much ended the speculation.
No the car wasn’t pink.
I will miss really my boys when they leave the nest for good.