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yesterday night I was getting some food at the ingles place after work, and I was called a heathen. I was passing these two middle aged redneck women, and they were packing 6 24 packs of soda and 4 crates of water into their truck. I asked them if they were having a party or if the world was ending. Surprisingly, they told me the world was ending on June 6th. (6/6/06, get it, haha) I asked them what had happened on June 6th 1906, or 1806, or 1706, or 1606, and so on. They told me something to the effect that if I can't read the signs then I'll just die with the rest of the heathens. So..in my normal restrained manner, I said "thats great you mental redneck, I AM a heathen and I'll be laughing my ass off in 5 days, while you'll be huddled up in a barn. Have a great fucking day dumbass". Then I went to my car and left, as one yelled at me that I was a heathen. I cranked the engine, yelled thank you, and took off. And that was my day.