Saturday, June 9, 2012
Brian's gotten a little sticker-happy on his bumper lately. I'm not the biggest fan of bumper stickers, so I was a little hesitant to the idea of papering his car with propaganda. But Brian was all for it, and after all, it is his car so I didn't voice any objection. You see, the Utah Pride Festival hooked us up with a lot of free stuff including, but not limited to, bumper stickers. In the parking lot of the Sheraton before heading home, Brian stuck each and every one onto his car. There's one that says "Proud Democrat," another one for The Human Rights Campaign, Equality Utah and even one that says "Utah for Obama 2012." It's probably the most liberal Toyota Corolla in all of Utah County. Or as my friend Wes said, "That's the gayest car ever."
The stickers haven't gone unnoticed. Yesterday we were driving back from a wedding reception in Lehi when Brian noticed something flapping on our windshield.
"What is that?" he asked.
There, tucked under one of the windshield wipers, was a handwritten note.
"I told you we'd get crap for those bumper stickers," I replied.
"What do you think it says," he asked me.
"I don't know. All I can see is the word equality. Do you think it's positive or negative?"
My gut was telling me it was negative, but Brian was determined to read it. We took the nearest exit and pulled over. Brian got out of the car, picked up the note and looked at it. His expression didn't change at all, so I still had no idea what to expect. Upon returning to his seat he handed me the note. It read:
Thank you for being brave enough to have that sticker. We all deserve equality.
I smiled. "So it's a good note!"
Brian smiled too. "It's a good note."
Driving the rest of the way home, we tried to figure out who might have left it for us. The note was written on the back of a receipt. Whoever wrote it got gas at Top Stop in Centerville, Utah yesterday at 5:21 PM and paid with a Visa. Centerville is an hour away from us, so even if the driver headed south to Orem directly after filling up, there was no way they got to our car before we left at 6:30 for the wedding reception. That means it couldn't have been any of our neighbors or anybody who might have seen Brian's car parked at his work or at the mall where we had lunch. It had to have been somebody at the wedding reception. Considering it was an LDS wedding reception with the majority of the guests being conservative Mormons, I'm feeling really good about this note.
I'm also feeling really good about those bumper stickers, especially the equality one. I guess Brian had the right idea about bumper stickers after all.