What Do You Know, More Yokels

Sometimes, there are weeks at a time that I go without having to leave the friendly and crowded confines of suburbia/city life. This week has not been one of them. Today I was in another state in another East Jesus and had to deal with a few more yokels. Let me start this short narrative by stating that I knew exactly how my day was going to go when I drove into the little town that I was going to be working in and the first building I saw...auto repair shop/bait shop followed by several churches and a small cafe. When that is all there is I know it is going to be a redneck filled day.

As an investigator I sometimes have to do what is called pretext work(generally just to find out if the person is home, but, I have a phone call pretext that will get me extra info most of the time). I call my subject doing a survey of sorts, the person sounded a lot like the yokel who watched me change my tire and did not understand very simple words and terms. Ugh. I followed this subject to the cafe sat down surrounded by these simple folk. Thank God, tomorrow I am back in the suburbs. I don't know if I can take much more backwoods fun for a bit.