Feeling superior, but only for a minute

Ah Talledega. Where the boobs come out for fresh air and the men see nothing wrong with impersonating the late Dale Earnhardt, down to coloring a mustache or two. Dega (as we call it, now that we are Alabama residents) is the classy place where you will see a flag pole made from an entire small tree, proudly waving the rebel flag. And also a sign saying, "please don't put any flag poles here due to power lines". Because they know. They know what we'd LIKE to do is wave any flag we feel like and the higher the better because people have to see that. Turns out we had box seats so we did not sit in the stands except for a few minutes. Why suffer when you can hang out in a catered air conditioned room and feel superior to all those poor people in the stands? Except, without Bud's company, we so would have been those poor people. Well, it's unlikely I would have stood up, faced the glass window and pulled my shirt up to reveal just one boob (see? only one, she is into moderation) but other than that we would've sweltered and yelled with the best of them. As it was, we just tried to make out with one of the goodie bags they had. Turns out they were only for the more important box-seat-sitters and we were forced to give ours back.