Demolition Derby

So last night I went to a demolition derby. I have never been to one so I was excited. So we got there and there was smokers, drinkers, cussers, and really dirty people. Some were missing teeth. We finally found  spot to sit and waited for the nxt round to start. They leveled out the mud and brought all the cars in. They counted down from 5 and when they reach one all Hell broke loose. The drivers were slamming into each other, getting stuck in the mud, and busting tires and radiators. I was horrified. I seriously did try to have a good time but all I could think was "I wonder how many people here are litterate". And its not that I think I am better than them in any way it just wasnt my scene. And to top it all off a man in suspenders with long blonde hair knelt down in mud, in the middle of the arena, in front of all these rednecks and proposed to a girl... and she was dumb enough to say yes. Mud, broken cars, drunk rednecks... yea that screams romance to me. If a guy ever wants to propose to me it better not be in mud or in public or in any place where there are glorified bumper cars. It was an intersting night topped of my now present cold and cough.