Pick o' the Day: Avatar is Anti-American! Part 2

     Shoot!  Twenty miles at least back to Austin to find one of them little red box deals to rent me and the little lady a movie!  By now I'm sure she's a wonderin' where I'm at and probably thinkin' I'm a dilly-dallyin'.  Hey, it wasn't my fault it took so long in H-E-B trying to find that dang cheddar cheese popcorn.  You never know where you'll find anything in those great big stores.  I mean, think about it for a minute.  Where are you goin' to find the microwave popcorn in a store that's bigger'n the town I was born in?  And not just any popcorn, mind you.  I shell out the big bucks for my little lady and get her the "gor-may" brand like Orville Redenbachers's (Note to the young-uns:  That's how you treat a lady!).  Course, I don't think there's anything wrong with Jiffy Pop (I guess I'm still old-school), but I get the little lady what she wants.
      I guess I was standin' there lookin' kinda stumped when some young 20-somethin' kid in a red H-E-B apron come up to me and asks if I need some help.  I almost back-handed him for being so presumptuous, but I didn't have time to make a scene, so I told him what I was lookin' for.  He told me to wait right there and he'd fetch it for me.  'For I knew it, he was back with the Orville Redenbacher's  and askin' me if there was anything else he could do for me.  He was startin' to bug me because I ain't no dad-burned invalid, you know.  He kinda slunk off, so I headed for the check-out line.
     So I finally got back on the road headin' for Austin.  It took me dam-near 2 more hours to get to the McDonald's and then back home on account of the distance and also the fact that I had a slight error in judgement by pickin' up a hitchhiker as I was drivin' through Maynor.  I don't want to bore you with the details, so I won't bother to tell you about how I see this young teen-age kid a standin' by the side of the road with his thumb in the air and a wearin' clothes that made me at first think he was a escaped clown from the Ringlings Brothers circus with his baggy pants hangin' down and his underwear a showin' like that and how he made this face when he first climbs into the cab like he never smelled a farm truck before and how he wasn't much for polite conversation on the way and how I told him I could take him all the way to Cameron Road like he wanted but I first had to stop at the little red box at McDonald's and how he kept lookin' like he was disgusted and finally how we got to McDonald's and when I got out to get the movie he jumped out the other side and took off a runnin' and how I ended up takin' the first movie that showed up on the screen (Avatar) and how I got back into my truck to find out that escaped clown had took my wife's Orville Redenbacher's.  I guess he was hungry.  Anyway, I figure this movie review has gone on long enough, so let me recap by saying that's why I believe Avatar is Anti-American.  Thanks a lot, James Cameron!

A quick shout-out to Eleazar and Joe for their comments on Part 1.  Thanks a lot, I think.