Tyler and Tammi: Country Living is Country Strong
5:30 am an alarm clock sounds. Stirring as the alarm sounds Tyler slowly sits up and gets out of his bed. As he exits the bed he grabs some carhartt jeans and an older well worn big johnson t shirt heading to the bathroom, several minutes pass before he exits the bathroom with the shirt and pants on. He moves towards the front door of his modest home and grabs some keys, deciding to grab breakfast on his way to work. He walks down a well worn path through the grass to his garage opening it up, walking over to a customized 1986 camaro with a full unique godzilla paint job giant drag tires and hot rodded engine. Opening the garage door he locks the door he entered before getting in his car and fires it up, the idle on the car is enough to drown out the sound of your typical V8 running down the road. He shifts into reverse and gives it a little gas and backs out of the garage slowly. As he exits he pushes the garage door button in his car shutting the door, he takes off heading down his driveway to the road.
He gives it a little gas and the car roars to life as he takes off down the road, he makes his way into town. The sight of the car so ordinary to the people around his home town and surrounding area's nobody turns to look, they just seem to know. He passes through the light as he heads towards burger king, coming up to the driveway he slows down to come up the bump in the driveway. He pulls around to order, the worker comes over the speaker. "Welcome to Burger King, please order whenever you are ready." Tyler leans in towards the speaker. "Angry Whopper meal please, with onion rings and Mello Yello." he says wasting no time. "Will that complete your order?" Asks the attendant. "Yeah that is it." The line goes dead for a second. "6.71 second window please." Tyler rolls up to the window, with his money in hand. As he gets up there he rolls down his own window, paying for his meal he grabs his meal and heads out the opposite direction making the long trip to work.
The further from home he drives the more people start looking at the car. He arrives at work after 45 minutes of driving, he parks his car and makes his way up to a mall heading in through one of the back doors for employees. He punches in his code and walks through the door making the long walk down the corridor to where he works. He grabs out a piece of paper reading it quickly, he then punches in a code for the door lock and the gate to his store unlocks. He pushes it open and heads inside, then begins setting up for the day, the store is a hobby shop dedicated to trading card games, rc nitro cars, slot car sets and most other typical hobby shop fair. He sets up a new slot car set for anybody wanting to spend some time in the store that don't have enough money to buy anything. After setting the slot car set up he puts out a few nitro cars one being his shops exclusive quarter scale dragster with an actual quarter scale V8 engine. He continues working for almost an hour and a half before finally opening the shop for business.
I farted. It was chunky. Now my butt hurts. True Story.