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A few weeks ago I had to make the monthly trip to Agri-Supply to pick up chicken feed and bedding. It had been a very rough morning at the gym, so on the way I to the store I picked up a sweet tea from Mickey Ds. I pull into the parking lot (in front of the sign you see here) and EVERY SINGLE CAR or PERSON that drives/ walks by stops and STARES. I mean, totally giving the once over. It didn't matter the age of the farmer or the societal class, they stared. I'm starting to wonder if there's something weird in one of the grocery carts or has the extreme heat (it was mid 90's that day but felt much hotter) got everyone checking out my sweet tea when I finally realize what they are viewing as eye candy.


The above junky car. Yep. EVERY single boy of EVERY single age was ogling it like they had just seen Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazzard for the first time ever.  Personally, I think it's a tad ugly, but as Mother always said, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

So what things make you stop and do a double take?

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