That's Profiling, and Profiling is Wrong......

With my apologies to Ron White..... (whom we are going to see in October - yay!)

We had a guy come out today to show us how to hook up the bootleg satellite system Hubby bought off the internet. He bought an additional satellite receiver, a mini satellite and tripod, and a bunch of other stuff so that he can have satellite television in the motorhome. Although he reads voraciously, the thought of sitting in a motorhome ON THE BEACH for four days without television makes him crazy. Me? Not so much. It would be different if it were football season, though, so I can ... sort of ... see where he's coming from.

Anyway, since the regular satellite provider wouldn't come out and hook up a satellite dish that wasn't going to be in a fixed location (huh?), we had this dude come out and show us how to hook everything up.

He was a very nice guy, but he was ........ country.

If you're from the South, you know that means he spoke with an accent waaaaaaaaaaaay more Southern than mine. He did NOT have a wad of tobacco in his cheek, but I wouldn't have been surprised. He said he "ain't had nothing to do for two days," and then today "I done had six jobs."

He told Hubby to hand him a "war" so he could hook it up. That's country talk for "wire.

I would never make judgments about a person based on his appearance or the way he talks.

But a ringtone reveals a lot about a person, and I almost choked when his cell phone rang.

What song would you predict for this person, Stanley-the-bootleg-cable-guy?

Go ahead, I'll give you a minute to think about it.....
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It was Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get it On."

Not at all what I would have profiled for him.