The farther south Bart drove, the more worried he became. He sold 1,000 Mexican steers to a feedyard and they insisted he had to be at the border when the cattle were crossed. His concern was that with all of the recent border violence, combined with his innate ability to be at the wrong spot at the right time for a disaster, it was likely something really bad was going to happen to him.
"You ever think about moving to a safer place to live?" Bart asked.
The man replied, "A lot of what you see on the news is exaggeration. It's just not that bad down here. My wife and I live in a nice neighborhood, our kids go to excellent schools, and we have good jobs."
Greatly relieved, Bart asked, "What do you do here?"
The guy answered, "I'm the tail gunner on a Budweiser truck."