The house behind ours got a nice shiny new roof last week. Well, no it isn’t shiny, it’s that orangey yellowy goldeny color roof. But it is nice and new and the roofers were interesting, errr, entertaining, errr, something else.
They don’t seem to have much appreciation for Senator Obama. There were “fried chicken and watermelon” jokes. And then there was some discussion about Obama “not being American”.
Yea, I know. I wanted to yell “Dudes, you can’t run if you aren’t American, duh.” I also wondered at how one minute they could be talking about Obama’s “obvious love of fried chicken and watermelon” and in the next calling him un-American. If fried chicken and watermelon don’t scream “American”, I don’t know what does.
These roofers know a lot about Nascar. And professional wrestling. And some sort of kung fu things. Also, they seem to have a fondness for Calgon because out of the blue, two or three yelled “Calgon take me away!” — that sort of scared me, even more than the Obama thing.
Also, there was much questioning of manhood up there on the roof. The preferred method was related to calling each other homosexuals, in a variety of ways, and talking about which had most recently “been on his knees”.
Those roofers… they were something else.