Sgt Gunnies psycho cousin

You've heard of Uncle Sams misguided children? Well, I don't know if I'd care to go along with a blanket condemnation of the corps, in spite of the fact that I once sailed beneath the waves on a nuclear sub. 

However I did meet Gunnies psycho cousin last Friday.

I and my sister had a rather long day. We cashed in our grandfather's coin collection. It was sad for me, thinking  of the hours he'd put into it, to be tearing it apart and casting it to the wind. But my sister is the executor of my dad's estate and so we did it. At the end there was a modest pile of money, which had been in the collection, but was only worth face value, so we went off to the bank to deposit that last small dab of cash. 

As we waited in line, the individual in question settled into line behind us. I noticed he had a McCain/Palin button on his clean, yellow wind breaker and suppressed a smirk. But I believe he noticed my reaction, and commenced to do his best to make trouble. 

Somehow I managed to keep a straight face, and kept my face pointed forward as he pretended to receive a phone call and launched into a childish diatribe, calling Obama a Marxist, damning the democrats. We soon enough got to a teller window and were taking care of business while several tellers down cuz was still trying to make trouble. My sister and I were making some good jokes about this safely out of ear shot, and generally having a good time, when after he had closed his business he came up to us offering some sort of bizarro apology for an unrelated conversation he seemed to have had with someone else. Again I assiduously avoided eye contact, and he spotted some one else that had been in line, and set off to try and make trouble with them. Me and my sister made a couple of other jokes about needing an escort to the parking lot before we hastened off to enjoy the weekend. Wonder how cuz did?