Overheard in the Fry's Parking Lot (Plus: A New Devil!)

So, the beck and I went hiking this morning and stopped by Fry's on the way there to grab some bottles of agua. That whole encounter / activity was normal.

Decidedly un-normal - on our way out of the parking lot, at 8:05 am, a nice enough looking stocky white guy with a cellphone earpiece on turns vaguely in our direction (actually in the direction of the people behind us, we quickly figured out) and shouts:

"Remember the Alamo! Kill all the Mexicans!"

Aroo?!!!?!?!?!!

The people behind us were hispanic, maybe native american, but as far as we could tell hadn't done anything to him. He was also exiting a Fry's empty-handed, so maybe a Hispanic person had just beaten him to the last on-sale set of patio furniture, and he was pissed. Regardless, I now have a new entry in my top ten all-time list of Sunday morning racially charged bellows.

And just to round out a weird post, this was overheard in the car on the ride home from said hike (note - picture-post of hike will be posted later):

(On the radio, Black Sabbath's War Pigs is playing, featuring the legendary aggro vocals of one Ozzy Osbourne).

Nyet: Beck, I'll give you a hundred points if you can name this artist.
Beck: ACDC? (this is her stock answer).
Nyet: No.
Beck: Hmmmmm... I don't recognize the singer.
Nyet: Hint - there's a music festival named after him.
Beck: Is it Woodstock?

Ladies and gentlemen: Your Prince of Darkness!!!