An interesting encounter re: alex jones. I was purchasing some
gardening supplies when one of the other employees started saying something about alex jones to the employee checking out my order. I figured he was just coming off his break, and was anxious to share what he had heard (highly unprofessional, of course, but I was amused). He even said it probably was not the place, never knew how people might react, so I said, "alex jones? that lying, horrid monster? I hate the little bastard." The young man got this big smile, and offered to walk me out, where we had a nice little chat about how awful alex, joe rogan, and andrew tate are. I think he was a bit surprised to hear someone my ancient age speaking thus.
I willl be sure to look for him when I go in again, and perhaps suggest that, while I enjoyed it, he might want to be a bit more circumspect at work. We may be in a slightly bluer area of fundieville, but there are magats around (which teminds me, I need to make up some more notes for the magat cars I see). The encounter was a nice little antidote to today's dose of horrors and insanity.
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