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Hanging from the back bumper

It is probably not entirely fair to say that Saturday Night Live patterned their character, The Church Lady, after my mother.  It, however, is not too far from the truth.  She is prim and proper almost to the point of being prudish.  Knead in an equal amount of operatic diva.  Sprinkle moderately with essence of OCD, being sure the flakes are evenly spaced.   Add a dash or two of Tabasco sauce.  That would be my mother.

A year or so ago my cousin died and somehow I ended up driving my mother alone to the funeral.  We took her car as she likes neither of my vehicles.  She complains about having to climb into my F-150 pickup.  Alternatively, she gripes about the lowness and smallness of my MX-5 sports car.  So we took her car with me driving.  And of course she has this whole set of rules Continue reading “Hanging from the back bumper”

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Here’s your sign

I went golfing today and drove my MX-5.  I arrived at the course and had my golf shoes on, and my bag out the trunk.  The trunk was still open as I was ascertaining the status the golf ball supply on board my bag.

An elderly gentleman (he was older than me so he had to be elderly) walked up to me and said while pointing to my trunk, “You get them clubs out there?”

First thing that I thought of was Bill Engvall of the Blue Collar Comedy Tour, and his catch phrase of “Here’s your sign.”  I was so tempted to say, “No, I always come to the golf course hoping to find a stray set of golf clubs; here they are and here’s your sign.”  But I restrained myself.

Of course, the question he meant to ask was, “How do you get those clubs in that little bitty car?”  Since my mama raised me to be polite, I said, “Those Japanese engineers are just geniuses.”  I then proceeded to explain to him the trick of getting the clubs in and out of the trunk