BehindBlueI's
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- Oct 3, 2012
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I was once working at a ladies house who was telling a story about how she had to call the DNR over people's exotic pets getting loose. It was a coyote that got into a gas station and she was convinced it was someone's exotic pet that had gotten loose.
We call them bubblers, they live in a bubble and know nothing outside of their own little world.
I think we all have our own bubbles. I know I was definitely lost the first time I went to Chicago, as my bubble didn't contain big city survival skills at the time, but my wife (now ex) who didn't know jack-diddly about rural living was back in her element.
On the topic of bubbles that didn't include country living/wild life I met a guy that didn't think cows had ears. He thought they heard through their horns. It actually took some convincing on our part. In hindsight, we were probably (ok, almost certainly) drunk and he may have been screwing with us. Kind of ruins a good story to think of it that way.