I've always wondered the kinds of things I'd hear sitting in a WakeMed waiting room. This morning I have been "blessed" to catch a conversation between some honest to goodness Southern Christian folk.
My attention was first caught when the lady in the yellow shirt with glasses as thick as a sausage links asked the man (who I can only assume is a preacher, he didn't seam to have much emotion invested in whoever the patient is) if he watched "that Scotty on American Idol" to which he responds, "oh yes ma'am, my wife almost jumped out of the chair!" I knew instantly these people were going to get on my nerves. And boy was I right.
They continued to talk about how they couldn't see Gaga's face during her performance and how much they REALLY liked Randy Jackson. Oh, how could I forget this...."Scotty is a good singer because he is a good Christian and much better than Clay Aiken." The preacher adds, "Didn't that Clay Aiken ever get married?" (he didn't get the memo the man is gay apparently. he also hasn't heard that you don't have to be married to have a baby) he quickly followed with "Shackin' up....that ain't right." Fantastic. I waited, knowing that at any moment church may erupt in the waiting area. I can't believe I forgot my ear plugs.
