smiling ladies
Well, I am back, didya miss me. Didya is a Southern Word Y’all … For instance, “Didya bring the fishing poles withya?” That would be a good example there.
There is a group of ladies here in town, I believe they are a church group, but I am not sure. They call themselves the Pink Hat Ladies. They meet from time to time and often go to a restaurant for lunch; they seem like a congenial bunch of girls. I had lunch with them yesterday.
Easy going, amusing, in tune with one and another. One of the conditions of the group is you have to wear a Pink Hat when you get out with the rest of the girls, thus, the name Pink Hat Ladies.
Tuesday, having unsuccessfully negotiated a mutually agreeable price with the Pawnshop Dealer on my Patron Saint of the Economy Medal, I retired to the local steakhouse for a little lunch. If you get there a little after two P.M. the drink is free (on a senior citizen discount), and the salad bar isn’t too picked over, so it kind of turns out to be a good deal.
I try to put on the feed-bag there at least once per week.
So that was my St. Patrick’s Day for this year, a dose of “Rudy” on the Turner Classic Movie Channel and a quick trip to belly up to the salad bar like the rest of the big boys. It is quiet and serene, most of the lunch crowd has departed and then I find myself suddenly surrounded by Pink Hat Ladies, they are everywhere.
All of them in uniform and one or two replete with the purple hair (I believe they were shooting for that silver look, but something went awry). I watched them attack the salad bar with a vengeance and they were not taking any prisoners, this was their day and they were clearly on a mission.
One in particular sits down at the booth across from me and immediately launches into a tirade that you would not believe. She bellows out for a waitress, and soon one shows up. She then looks at the girl and she says, “Where is my silverware and where is my glass of tea!” she is definitely not happy.
The waitress assures her that she doesn’t know what happened to her eating utensils, but tells her that she will replace them immediately along with the errant glass of sweet tea.
This seems to soothe pink hat lady somewhat, but she looks at me and mutters, “What kind of people take your silverware and your glass of tea, can you tell me who that might be?” and I just shrug my shoulders and take the dumb Okie approach.
A smart man never wakes his second sleeping baby just to see it smile.
A few moments later another pink hat lady shows up and she says, “Marge, what are you doing way down here, we are all sitting over there,” and she points to all the other pink hat ladies at the front of the restaurant. It appears that Marge, has mistakenly sat down at the wrong booth, which seems to cause her considerable embarrassment and consternation.
Marge is clearly not having a wonderful pink hat lady day. Life sometimes is just not fair … It is often hard on you when you get separated from the rest of the herd.
And I suppose in life, there are times when it is easier to blame someone else rather than look in the mirror and face the fact that it is you that are to blame. Marge was clearly out of her element and separated from the herd. She quickly scooped up her salad plate and whatever and deftly slinked out of my area and back to the rest of the girls up front.
My daddy had an old heifer like that, no matter where we put her, no matter which group she grazed with, she never did like being confined to a pasture or that bunch of cows. She would almost regularly escape and mosey off by herself.
She got so bad that we eventually had to tie a cow bell around her neck so that we might locate her by sound, as we almost invariably could not find her within the line of sight. We would just stand there for a moment and intently listen for that “ka-clang, Ka-clang” and then we look off down the road a ways to the gully or creek bed, where she would be, grazing on the thick green grass along the sides of that muddy creek.
And almost every time, when we would walk up to her, she would swing that massive head around, stare at us with this blank angelic look almost to imply ……. What the hell are YOU doing here?
You cannot be peaceful and at the same time blame others … It just doesn’t work that way.
Hope you had a great St. Patty’s Day … Mine was interesting to say the least.
Here is a little Eye Candy for the soul. Have a great day!
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In other places like the NE, they wear red hats. It’s based on a poem by Jenny Joseph. The first 2 lines of which go; “When I am an old woman I shall wear purple with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.”
BTW, did Marge take her utensils and sweet tea with her when she slunk off to join the rest of the “pink hatted herd” or did she chew out the waitress again?
Loved the dancing bears!
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She hastily scooped up everything and made what you might call a strategic retreat. The bears were cool, wish it were longer, a little too short, don’tcha think?
Comment by Mstate — March 18, 2009 @ 9:41 am