Yesterday, I traveled to Little Washington out in Beaufort County for an express review meeting. It was a beautiful day for a drive, and frankly I needed the time away from the office. As I rumbled down 264 in my beat up F350 Truck, I noticed a peculiar number of convict crews out and about in their green uniforms, cleaning up the litter from our careless motorists.
After my express meeting, which was a laborious 2.5 hours (however, it all went well from all sides represented), I headed to the Beaufort County DOT to fuel up the state car and be back on my merry way to Raleigh. I pulled up to the pumps and noticed one of the convict buses getting some diesel.
As I got out of the car and began fiddling with the gas key card, I nodded to the Guard fueling the bus, then heard someone say "Dude. What's up Chad? It's been so long, bro. We should go catch some gnarly waves. Awesome!" I smiled, and realized one of the convicts was commenting on my Hawaiian shirt I was wearing.
He kept right on cracking jokes and poking fun at me, and I could hear the entire bus hooting and hollering. I kept a pretty grim face now, and looked over at the guard. He shrugged, and kept on pumping fuel.
As the joking kept rolling, I motioned to the guard and pointed at the bus. The guard gave me the ok sign, and I said...
"I wear Hawaiian shirts because I don't look good in green."
I heard a roar of laughter from the other convicts, then I heard the guy who had been cracking on me yell "What did you say??"
Time to get in the car and roll back to Raleigh.
That exchange made my day.
