Missed Connections, M4WW, Woodbridge, Va

I had an experience today that broke up the monotony of my weekly rounds.
I was sitting at a traffic light, waiting to make a left turn and then a right turn in order to enter the parking lot of my next stop, with my arms crossed behind my headrest, sitting back listening to a live Comedy Bang Bang episode, relaxing because I know this light can take a while.
To my left comes a car, excitedly honking at me. What's going on?
Occasionally a fellow driver will honk to inform me of something important, like I accidentally left the back gate open, or my keys were sitting on the back plate, or a homeless guy was hitching a ride.
I rolled down my window, fumbled to pause my podcast, and expected to say something to the people in this car like "what's going on?".
Instead, these people decided not to communicate directly. They rolled their car forward so that our windows were no longer even. The turning lights were still red. They sort of seemed to gesture from within their car but like, they had a chance to talk to me, and actually they STILL have a chance, since I'm about to park at my next set of bins, but no, these people were not about to actually converse with me as a person.
So I go back to how I was, arms crossed behind my head, kicking back at this light nice and comfy since it apparently never changes.
I should add, the people in this car are two girls, right about the age that I think of myself as, which is of course, about ten years younger than I actually am (I stopped checking in with life). They appear collegiate. Short hair, thick rimmed glasses. I sort of wonder if these are some displaced Baltimore kids who know someone who knows me, and I'm trying to place it but I'm horrible with names and faces of people I hardly interact with.
But then I see they've passed something back and forth between themselves, from driver to passenger, so I look toward them again.
They're holding something to up to their window that appears to say "CULI".
This means nothing to me. Is this a French word? Some funny internet accronym (ugh the fucking internet!)? Were they making fun of how I was sitting in the truck? Really I'm at a loss.
Then they pass the paper back and forth and back again.
They fixed something up so I could read it better, mind you they could have spoken to me OR kept their vehicle in line with my own.
Now the paper appears to say "CULT".
Huh? Oh. Oh THAT.
That's it?
The light changes to green turn lights and I think they did a U-Turn, like they made some special trip to pass along this information. I turn toward my destination, knowing precisely what they were indicating. I immediately wish I could have said ONE thing to them at least to demonstrate that my reaction would have been "yeah, I know. What of it?".

My company, as it has been blogged about elsewhere, is apparently a subdivision of a conglomerate run by a European educator's cult, who under the guise of a philanthropic effort, make themselves nice and cozy, to a much further degree than putting their arms up behind the headrest of their cars at a stop light.
"CULT" these Buzzfeed certified mega-sleuths wanted to tell me.
They memorized one headline and they're geniuses for life, I guess.
I suspect this pair of truth-shedders didn't even click into the article. Why bother, when regurgitating the one takeaway of a headline is so satisfying???
If they'd read the article they would have had even more ammo. Nuggets such as our founder being an extradited criminal on the lam somewhere in South America, for starters, await within! Several other board members live in a commune somewhere in Florida! The charities we claim our proceeds go to are PROBABLY scams! This is the cause of the criminal charges that have all these board members on the run, after all.
You say "CULT" when the weightier word to use is "FRAUD".

I freely admit to my awareness of the dirt on my company (LOOK AT THE IMAGE AT THE TOP OF THIS BLOG! !...maybe they were fans?!). 

How I wish I could have talked to these people.
I was itching to ask them "who is your employer?" because I guarantee that if you Google your employer+controversy, something WILL come up. Unless you're self-employed, then you should already be familiar with the kind of shit-bag you are.
Then I realized what parking lot I was headed towards. The anchor store was Hobby Lobby, antagonist of women's rights on the Supreme Court level, and financial backer of ISIS.
Then I think about how the president of our country is a fraudulent serial-molester directly representing the interests of the Klan, and a LOT OF PEOPLE ARE OKAY WITH THIS.
And I think about how in our general area people work for Lockheed Martin and Northrup Grumman and BAE Systems. Manufacturers of weapons used to kill the poor all over the world. And the people working for them sleep at night! In the biggest houses imaginable!
You wanna say something? Go ahead. You can memorize a Buzzfeed headline but it won't grant you critical thinking skills.
Stop being so naïve as to think the majority of employment in the USA doesn't come with a moral cost.
Almost everything we were surrounded by when you honked at me was an employer that refuses to pay their employees a wage that they can live on.
So let's talk about how the gravest concern you have is to tell me "CULT"

I belong to the cult of people looking for a steady paycheck, who decide for themselves what is and isn't too much to turn a blind eye to, who know when a controversy on another continent is a snooze-fest compared to anything going on in our immediate vicinity.

I applied to my job believing that I would collect clothing donations and put them back into circulation. At my end of things, this contract is fulfilled.
I'm a guy, at a job he enjoys, spending time outdoors, seeing weird shit, listening to music and podcasts, and generally not interacting with a single person for about 95% of the time. THAT is MY cult.

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Aside from that, I'm still compiling photos of the crazy things I come across on my day-to-day travels. Sorry for the lack of updates on that end, I tend to upload in batches, so it's either a lot of updates or a dryspell. I miss you all and think about you frequently. 
Much love, 
the In-A-Bin team.