Bedford Pennsylvania's
Yellow Natives

By: Steven Allmon

We lost our house in Texas, and my then-wife though it'd be a good idea to move to Bedford, Pennsyl-craphole. I survived 3...yes 3 months there.

It was, cold, the roads are bad and the people are ultra-rude. They have NO concept of stopping for school busses that are unloading children.

Also, one time, approaching a corner store to get something, I held the door open for some people to go in before me. They stood behind me quizzically, unsure what I was doing.

I explained I was holding the door open for them.

They didn't get it!

I tried to start a small business, but, alas, the courhouse didn't know there was paperwork involved in doing so, so, they sent me to the DMV to get paperwork to start a business. The DMV has NOTHING to do with starting a business.

One vehicle, with two older adults, probably in their 50's tried to run me off the road because I had Texas plates on my car. They cleverly unrolled their window, while I was attempting to gain control of my car, and yelled at me, "imbred southerner!"

I found that quip to be most amusing as I've noticed the following: the population of Bedford, creepily looks alike yellowish-skined, big foreheads, small beady eyes with round glasses and missing teeth. The males are strangely hairy, the irony!

Finally, I did land a job there for a whopping $7.00 an hour! It was like I hit the jackpot or something! I guess that's more than most people make in a lifetime with their careers in Sheetz or something.

I remember recently seeing my children in Bedford, I was in a Hardees with them, and had to teach the older adult employees the following things: "thank-you", "may I help you" and "have a good day," as opposed to the blank, yellowish-skin looks. They were none too happy about that.

Hmmmmm.

On to accents. Allow me to best try to imitate, if you will: It's best to always preface every sentence with, "ohhhhhh". For instance, "ohhhhh, may I help yaaaa on the way to the hews driving dewn the rewd".

I never knew what that meant.

Three months later, I got the hell out, divorced my filthy yankee wife and started anew in North Carolina. What is wrong with the people there? Sincerely,

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