Liberty!

Every night when I drive home from work, I drive past a strip mall.

One of the businesses in the mall is a “Liberty Tax” place – where you can go get your taxes done on the spot.

For the past couple weeks they have had a long-haired, hippy-looking guy on the sidewalk wearing one of these:

He waves and smiles at everyone driving by.

First of all, I’d have to be pretty damn hard up to take that job – like “my kids are starving” hard up…because you just know guys like me are going to abuse you.  Seriously.

Second, that is just annoying as hell, to have to see that happy, waving dude every night on my way home after a hard day of work.

So, on about the third day of this crap, I started flipping him off.

Not just the casual “wave of the hand” flipping off – I mean slow the truck down, full pissed-off, leaning toward the passenger window, shaking my fist, extended digit, red in the face, mouthing “FU” kind of flipping-off.

Now, I drive a distinctive looking truck – not too many like it around.  And I tend to leave work about the same time every day.  And the road this guy is on is straight and long – suffice to say he can see me coming a long way off and he knows what’s about to happen.

The first few days of my antics, he just kept smiling and waving, holding his little arrow sign with the “Liberty Tax” and the phone number on it.

The next few days, when he saw me coming with the bird- flipping, he stopped waving and smiling…Just watched me drive by with a straight face.

A couple days ago, he started flipping me off!  I could tell when he saw me coming because he would kind of get ready – you know – turn and face my approach, take one hand off the sign, get his fist up in the air…then just as I was passing he’d give me finger.

So, the day before yesterday, when I was about a mile from the mall, I called the number on the sign and asked for the manager.  When he came on the line I said “Do you realize that your sign-waver is flipping people off !?!?!?”

He didn’t believe me.  I told him just go to the window and see for himself! 

About 20 seconds later, I passed Liberty Boy on the sidewalk and he gave me the ol’  one-finger-salute, big and proud with the same red-faced vigor that I’d been using.

Last night when I drove by the store there was a new girl in the costume.

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