Sunday, November 20, 2011

To Neglect And Be Served

The Pony and I got a late start this morning. The Devil had to wait, because I was boiling a chicken. Oh, it's not some secret Hillbilly ritual. I am planning chicken-and-noodles for supper tonight. Much like Rooster Cogburn said "A gun ain't no use if it ain't loaded, and cocked," a chicken ain't no good for chicken-and-noodles if it ain't boiled.

Since we were running behind, I offered to pick up lunch for The Pony on the way home. He chose Dairy Queen, because he loves their hot dogs. Uh huh. Bet that's not the first menu item you thought of when I mentioned Dairy Queen, now was it?

We waited a good long while in the drive-thru lane. I noticed a city police cruiser two cars ahead of us. When we rounded the building to leave, I spotted FOUR state patrol cars parked next to each other on the lot. Really! Who knew that those folks all took the same lunch shift? That would be akin to us teachers leaving the students alone in the cafeteria while we gathered in the teacher workroom to feast. Shouldn't law enforcement, perhaps, stagger those lunches? So somebody is on the road and ready to respond if mayhem breaks out after church?

I'm just not getting it. I've never seen such a thing before.


melyssa said...

I passed on a blog award to you, my dear.
Melyssa from

Hillbilly Mom said...

Thanks so much! I'll be sure to mention you on the red carpet, if not in my acceptance speech. The band has a habit of striking up a tune just when I get warmed up.

melyssa said...

Throw in a political speech - that always shuts em up.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Well, best case scenario would be a streaker darting behind me. Or I could persuade a Native American to accept on my behalf. Alas, both have been done before.