We have all heard of strange people living in Montana, the Unabomber, the militia of freedom, the poor sods stuck in the Federal Witness Protection Program.
I assure you most people in Montana are friendly, kind, reasonably sane, and will go out of their way to lend a hand to strangers.
Now, I'm a cynical Californian transplanted to Montana. I can not help but feel suspicious of outsiders useful.
Oh, the employee wants to volunteer the use of his truck to pull a new desk in my house, does it? Back off! I know how to use your pepper spray!
This actually happened, threats and black pepper sprays.
I bought a desk at the local Staples, and then I realized that there was no way to get to my apartment. The clerk offered to throw in my place, free of charge and after working hours.
No, he was hitting on me! The boy was at least sixty years. He volunteered because I need help. His offer unattached members blew me away.
In desperation, I agreed. He delivered his desk as promised, said: "glad I could help," and left.
"Weird," I breathed. "What's wrong with these people?"
The clerk admirable attitude is commonly found throughout Montana. Even children are reasonably polite and helpful.
After three years of life here, however, remain cautious. You can take the girl out of California, but you can not take pepper spray out of the girl.
The communities in this state are strongly family-oriented. Community BBQ is located in a park near my house during the summer. July Fourth picnic, duck races (do not ask), current church socials, if the event is safe family fun happening here.
I do not attend these functions.
I have relatives born-again Christian in this state should be allowed by law. A relative is usually linked to any community event takes place.
If I go into one of these events, I will be expected to attend each subsequent event. If I can not do it, all my relatives knock on my door at the same time find out why.
The above is an example of how communities are cohesive. Most people here are hardworking, conservative Bible-Thumpers. The main topics of conversation are: huntin 'and Fishin', church, children, family in general, and farming.
For those of us more liberal minded, unmarried, childless, non-breeders, and disapprove of the hunt 'and Fishin' any chance of conversation is limited.
nice people, but a little boring.
Madmen Montana is famous for, however, exist.
A large muscular man lumbered into the local humane society, while I was there recently. caked with dried mud on his boots. Blacks hair draped her shoulders. He wore a leather coat and wool over the flannel shirt and jeans. The coat smelled as if it were just off the back of a buffalo.
He asked for his voice growling dog, frightening lightning in his eyes. His hunting dog was brought back from the cages.
The woman behind the desk said the man needed to purchase a license for his dog. He asked why. Each dog had to be approved. It 's the law.
The man burst into an impassioned speech about how the dog licensing was another joke by the Government of evil squash our freedom. He mentioned something mind control. His muscles seemed to grow along with the eerie light in the eye.
I'm the man away while I filled out a form for a new license for my dog. Every woman behind the desk kept a friendly smile fixed on his face. The older woman held her hand on the phone.
The man then grabbed a form of license and stalked out of the office, the poor fellow victims, and took with him his stench.
What can you say after such an exit? I hope the boy is very happy to scratch the ground with his fellow buffalo.
Montana weirdoes of all shapes, sizes, smells, and personality, but then people do worldwide.
God bless the weirdoes to make life colorful.
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