Dale is dead
Back on St. Patrick’s Day in March 2001, a friend and I were riding the 6 from downtown to uptown and the bus was crowded with a bunch of rowdy, drunk, cheerful fratboy types. We were smooshed in amongst them in the back of the bus, and as the bus began to empty of passengers as it made its way through uptown, we all noticed a group of NASCAR fans with their #3 jackets sitting together in a group in the front.
All of a sudden, the chant goes up from around us:
DALE!
DALE!
DALE!
DALE!
The NASCAR guys didn’t budge. I guess their lack of reaction wasn’t funny enough for the fratboys, so they proceeded to chant the following instead:
DEAD!
DEAD!
DEAD!
DEAD!
The NASCAR guys departed soon after. One may have been wiping a tear from his eye at the time… but my friend and I couldn’t stop giggling.
May 10th, 2007 at 3:31 pm
What were these NASCAR people doing on the number 6 anyway? Still, that’s kinda jerky to do. Can’t everyone just let eachother be? I got on the 10 once and these bastard suburban punk kids were laughing at us. Same kids who are scared of panhandlers. ;-p
Sep 21st, 2007 at 12:37 am
nuthin worse than being trapped on a bus with a buncha’ frat kids… my condolences.