Just Mustard: I said...."Just mustard"

Sunday, August 30, 2009

I said...."Just mustard"

This is not mine...I stole it from my friend Pizzy's husband, Bubba who really made an impact when he said it oh...some maybe 18 years ago, but it has always stuck in my mind...like a final declariation. It all started when we were on our way to Chilli Beach and stopped at the Wendy's from hell just before closin time. I thought I was in the Twilight Zone, there were folks in there, but they...kinda were not there if you know what I mean, they had that Zombified its 11:15 and we are the last place to eat before you leave the interstate highway and head into no-mans land, look. I remember, there was a woman smokin and readin the newspaper without lookin at either, she had big hair and I figured her for the manager. But be that as it may, Mr. Pat had pulled off the highway and this was gonna have to do. So MeMe,Pat,Bubba and I lined up to order.

Bein perkey and full-o-life, and pushy...I ordered first...and answered all the usual questions...fries with that? no thank you, Apple turnover...nope, Supersize it for ya? no, I don't think so....Given I had been a waitress and a telamarketer I understood the shameless practice of trying to get that precious add on that would up your take home salary by a percent or two.

But Bubba...I don't think he....well, shall I just say....after the question about the fry pie...he just looked that little woman right in the face with his eyes bulgin out just a bit...but not too far so as to really scare her,
"I said, JUST MUSTARD!" And so that was that...the smokin lady looked up...and stopped right there in mid smoke ring...and the rest of the staff knew...that Bubba knew what he wanted and they didn't bother askin him anything else. Anyway, I liked that about Bubba..he was a straight shooter. Pizzy always said his bark was way worse than his bite...but Lurlene kept her distance from that part!

So anyway...when I started this Blog, I felt like I need a place to just say what needed to be said...cause I have had some stress lately. But that's enough for now. Love Lurlene

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Sunday, August 30, 2009

I said...."Just mustard"

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