Snippetts of conversations

While walking Miss Daisy….

“How’s your shoulder today, Ma?”


“It still HURTS! That shot cost $130, I don’t think he did it right”

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“When they come get the recycle, they don’t put that thing [the wheeled bin] back farther in the yard like they are supposed to.”


“Well, that’s because they come by with a truck that is all automatic, it picks it up and dumps it, and the guy doesn’t even have to get out – you’ve seen them, you know how it works.”


“Well, I KNOW, but I’m OLD and he should just put it back farther when he’s done so I don’t have to.”


“Ma, they don’t do that for anybody – that’s the point of the bin on wheels.”


“Well, they should do it for ME.”

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“I don’t think I can make it down to the dirt road today.”


“Ma, we always go that far now, you’ll be just fine.”


“I just don’t know, I already walked all the way to the mailbox.”


“You do that EVERY day before we walk.”


“Well honey I know, but I already drove all the way to the post office by myself this morning to buy stamps and mail a check.”


“Well you didn’t WALK to the post office; you drove, so it doesn’t count.”

…silence….