Friday, July 23, 2010

Friday 55

It's time to play "Write a story in 55 words". When you do, be sure to let the G-Man know, then kindly visit as many 55ers as you can.

In the small southern Post Office it was difficult NOT
to eavesdrop standing in line.
Wasn't her fault really.
The greetings were so gregarious.
If predictable.

Trying to tune out,
her ears still picked up that traditional question,
no matter the person's age.

"How's ya Mama?"

Grinning, she wondered if anyone ever asked about Daddy?


Bill ~ {The Old Fart} said...

Maybe it was Daddy asking about Mama. You have a great Weekend Hope.

PattiKen said...

This is great! I love it.

John's comments said...

Big Daddy can look after himself...Gone for...well a bleak 55

Brian Miller said...

growing up in a southern town...i know that question well...guess they figure the dads are taking came of themselves...or maybe if mama is alright daddy's got to be. nice 55.

mine is uP!

Titus said...

Still making me smile! Thanks.

Susan at Stony River said...

LOL I love Bill's answer to that.

I just came back over from visiting the neighbor's -- man, Hillbilly Radio -- *everybody* knows what *everybody* did all week.

Pardon me -- everybody knows what everybody done did. LOL I'll get their talk eventually!

steveroni said...

Never thought of that before. I live in a northern town, Naples FL. And when one asks about dear old DAD here, it means he has something "incurable" or is ONE his death bed, or is dead.....

"He was a nice man..."--grin!

Mine is HERE

Alice Audrey said...

That's because no one sees the daddies, but the mama's are there in line.

jinksy said...

Shows Mamas are the ones to do all the errands, and get their faces known! LOL :)

Akelamalu said...

Yeah, I wonder why that is?