Wednesday, my mother's best friend of years gone past died, and my mother asked me to drive her to the visitation on Friday evening. The funeral was in Malvern, and my mother doesn't like to drive after dark anymore. After the visitation, we went to Western Sizzlin for dinner.
Of course, Western Sizzlin... in Malvern... on a Friday night is where all the local rednecks go for dinner. And there was a crowd around the salad bar... EVERYBODY was talking about PetrinoGate. Opinions were flying both ways... "fire his ass" or "way to go!" depending upon the person.
Until an elderly, wizened grandmotherly woman came to the bar. She was maybe 4' tall, very petite, slightly hunched over. She listened to everybody, looked at us all through her trifocals, then loudly added her opinion:
"I HOPE THAT FOR THE BIBMO'S SAKE, HE DOES A BETTER JOB OF RIDING HER THAN HE DID ON THE DAMN MOTORCYCLE."
Picture it... total shocked silence, then EVERYBODY broke out laughing. The elderly woman walked away with a smirk on her face... I was laughing so hard I was crying...