The New Redneck

Friday night, I sat in a bar stool between a Mine Worker from Mexico and our Right of Way Engineer as they conversed in Spanish.

A few minutes later, the Engineer decided to show off a little of his Japanese Language Skills. One of the locals who was sitting on his other side responds, and these two maintain a conversation in reasonably fluent Japanese for the next hour. At a redneck bar in a backwater country town of less than 1500 people.

Make no mistake, we've got plenty of Rednecks, Cowboys, and White Trash up here. But if you write us all of as uncultured, uneducated, inbred, hicks that can barley write our own names, we'd like you to know that you're sadly mistaken, and we'll probably tell you so in a language that you don't understand.

Viva Wyoming!