It wasn’t exactly Gary Cooper in High Noon, but when my Mom walked into Buzzy’s Country Store this past Saturday I could tell that she had her dealing face on. (Nine months and 67+ years with the lady, I know very well the signs when she is wrung up.)
In addition to her countenance, I could tell she was on a mission because unlike her recently acquired old person stoop and shuffle, this time she was more erect and had a very purposeful stride about her. I immediately wondered if I had done something to piss her off – proof of the old saying “Can’t nobody make you feel guilty like your Mom can.”
However, I was somewhat relieved when she hit the counter and proclaimed “I’ve been watching Trump and this border mess he created all day and I’m so mad I can’t even see straight. Where are all your Trump lovers because I want to ask them just what the heck they think he’s doing locking up all of these babies and children.”
As I always do with irate visitors and patrons, I offered her a drink and fetched her a Coke. But she continued “I’ve been watching the T-V and I’ve called Trump every name I can think of. Confession is at 4 o’clock so I thought I’d swing by here and listen to your Trump experts before I went up to Church and confessed just how mad I am and all the awful things I’ve called him today.”
About that time Jim G. walked in, arrived at the counter and said “You know, this border business is from all these liberals making it out to be more than it is.” Before I could say anything, Mom pounced. “How can you say that?” she asked him. I tried to hide from Mom’s view behind the register and motion to Jim to just let it ride. (Finger dragged across the throat is my sign language for this message.)
However, Jim didn’t see me as he was looking at Mom and said to her “Well the kids are better off now than where they were.” Mom replied “What are you talking about, they’re being locked up in cages. Little babies that no one knows who they belong to. What did they do to deserve that kind of treatment?” Jim mumbled something but got his drink and beat a hasty retreat to more sympathetic ears at the other end of the store. Mom turned to me and asked “Was that one of your Trump people?” I sarcastically responded “You couldn’t tell?”
Mom huffed and puffed some more as she finished her Coke. While she did so I thought – thank God none of my other Trumpsters have showed up for her to confront.
A little after 4 o’clock she said goodbye and headed out for Confession. I walked her out and as she got in her car she said “I don’t know why I’m going to Confession because I know I’m just going to go back home, turn on the T-V and have him get me all upset again.” I suggested “Don’t turn it on then.” She laughed and said “I can’t do that because I’m always wondering what’s he going to come up with next to make me mad.”
As I walked back into the Store, it dawned on me “Maybe there IS something good about the Donald – he’s keeping my Mom alive because she hates him so much.” You go, Mom.
The following from Neighbourhood has nothing to do with any of the above but I kind of like the song and the video is worth watching.