One day soon, I'm going to devote an entire post to what comedian Jeff Foxworthy refers to as a "glorious absence of sophistication." In other words: redneck. Whenever I think of that particular term, I'm taken back to our first Christmas in Georgia and the Christmas letter Randy penned that described our neighborhood as looking like it was populated by "the casting pool for the movie 'Deliverance.'"
But of all the stereotypes that "redneck" brings to mind, I suppose the most ubiquitous would be the trailer park. Now don't get me wrong, there are trailer parks and then there are trailer parks. My parents lived in a trailer park in Southern California that could only be described as elegant. It was a gated, quiet community composed entirely of retirees living in immaculate mobile homes tastefully landscaped and impeccably kept. There wasn't a bloodhound, a pink flamingo, a Skoal container, or a beer bottle within miles of the place. Trailer parks in Georgia are generally, shall we say, less refined.
So it was with some trepidation and not a little amusement that I found myself eyeing the trailer in which I was to have my very first MRI last week. It was a semi-trailer like the kind you see all over the interstate hauling everything from soup to nuts but this one was placed unceremoniously in a parking lot in Newnan, Georgia. The sign outside read "Newnan MRI."
It didn't take long for my imagination to start coming up with far more creative names for such a delightfully absurd business location given the fact that we are, after all, here in the South. It wasn't until AFTER the MRI while I was sharing the whole experience with my son BJ, though, that we really got the giggles. We decided "Earl's MRI, Taxidermy, and Bait Shop" would just about do it...I can hear the voice-over radio announcer now...."This week's special: 15% off your full body scan with the purchase of a dozen of our newest twister tail jigs GUARANTEED to land that crappie you've been after! Possums stuffed while u wait...."
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To add to my MRI experience (compared to your redneck one)...mine was in Newport Beach, across the street from the harbor. The place was dripping in polished marble, coffee, cappicino, and tea were available along with gorgeous fruit artfully arranged in bowls. You had a private dressing room (with a key) and TVs with remotes for your viewing enjoyment. An attendant came and got you when it was time for your scan. I never want to have another MRI, but I'll take my Newport Beach experience over the semi-trailer in a parking lot any day!
Actually, they could scan me in a leftover drain pipe on the freeway if it was located in Newport Beach! ;-)
This one is too hilarious - don't they know they're just making things worse putting an MRI in a trailer?? We TRY to debunk stereotypes, and then the idiots do this...SIGH...
P.S. You need to tell us when you update your blog, I didn't know you had!!
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