I've got your rights

I ventured out to a farm supply store today and if you haven't been to one you are missing out. Not the people watching bonanza that is Walmart but the stuff you can buy is amazing. They sell everything. I myself was there partially as a pilgrimage and also in a quest for some new boots. I wandered around in this thing for more than an hour and almost took up a pile of hobbies. Ice fishing is red hot around here right now and they have some tow behind setups that had me drooling. I've been exactly twice in my life with a 50/50 enjoyment factor.

One was out in the open drilling holes and sitting on buckets while we waited to catch something. Your bait dangles from from a contraption (I am regretting that phrasing) that includes a flag that pops up when there is a fish on the line. It was cold, windy, and we had little luck. Miserable. The other time was in a "shanty" that turned out to be a tiny house for fishing. It had a heater, TV, couches (plural) and the piles of beer were stacked outside the door keeping cold. It was perfect. No idea if we caught a thing but I drank in a danger cabin that could have fallen through the ice at any moment. (I'm exaggerating there because people had their trucks on the ice right next to their huts.)

Luckily I don't have much spare cash at the moment so an expensive new hobby is out of the question but it was fun pretending. Anyhow, I got to witness a live anti-mask person and it was really anti (I am so proud of me right now) climactic. This dude wore the mask in and shopped around but then decided to remove it while waiting in line to check out. He was yelling about his rights and sheep which made me giggle internally. The store people were great and handled it perfectly asking him calmly if they could walk him over to customer service and check him out. He wanted to yell and throw a fit and they just wanted to calmly help.

I was thinking about interjecting some smartassery but if someone wants to make a scene logic has little to with it. Plus, busting balls with a mental patient often requires an uncomfortable increase in ones own volume and that takes all the fun right out. I can't imagine the level of bored I would have to reach to intentionally head out to a store with the express intention of causing a ruckus. I should have been born in a time where the hysterical could be slapped with impunity.