CliffordBigRedDog

https://www.reddit.com/r/thepassportbros/comments/1klrxdo/tales_of_a_passport_bro_from_days_gone_by/

First 5 hours and expedition 33 might be my GOTY

University neighborhood, Trader Joe's, Friday afternoon. In addition to the hat, she's wearing dark black sunglasses indoors and a nice peacoat. From the portion of her face I can see she is pretty, with a ski-slope nose and long, flowing hair. She's in the checkout line with a guy who looks like he has a good sense of humor. I'm checking out at the same time, and I decide to make what might be consider eye contact with her, say, "I'm curious what department someone wearing Red Scare merch is in." I'm assuming she's some kind of grad student or postdoc.

She looks confused, and says, in a monotone, "um, I don't know," as though it was the stupidest question. The guy chuckles a little. I try to recover it by saying something like "oh, maybe you're not with [university]" (I've never met a white person who lives in this neighborhood and isn't affiliated with the university), but she isn't engaging and I awkwardly peter off and rush out with my groceries.

I'm a normal-looking college-aged young woman who has recently been fighting off allegations of autism. Does wearing an item of clothing that marks you as a member of a specific group no longer indicate that one would be open to a stranger's acknowledgement of mutual membership in that group? Are people who would wear Red Scare merch just all weirdos? Not sure.

Fking Gorby was just letting them do whatever in 89

the balalaika cover of the intro kinda fucks tho