sa-weeeeeet
My maternal grandfather, my "Papa Manuel" took me across the river to Juarez and bought me a little yellow chair. Then he took a rope and tied me & the chair on his back and we crossed back into El Paso. He wasn't very verbal but he showed his love in actions. My maternal grandmother died when I was two and I have only vague memories of her. I never met my father's parents.
My Great Aunt would whiz right through a stop sign and when the other driver who had right of way slammed on the brakes, she would say in her beautiful refined southern accent: "Well, I believe that man would have run right into me." She did this over and over until she finally stopped driving (whew!)
this begs the question: was she doing it on purpose because she was a daredevil, or did she not see the stop signs because she needed glasses, or did she really just not care?
i reckon maybe some folks just get tired of living
The "refined southern" ladies that I have known would have done it for entitlement purposes. They are very cool people. They might expect a gentleman to cede the right of way. (Excuse us, WS, while we discuss something we know very little about.) (Y'all feel free to lay into my descriptions of my grands, too. They don't care.)
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