Another week at Tara...
My mother is Scarlett reincarnate. She is a true southern belle, with all
the panache and snottiness that comes with it.
I often wonder how I turned out the way I did with that woman raising me. After I say that my father and grandmother remind me that she wasn't the only one who had a hand in my raising...THANK GOD!
I love her. Really, I do. I think you reach a moment when you realize how much you love your mother and at that point you see her faults all the more clearer.
Enter Us into The Car Lot.
Aw Gawd Help Me.
We pull in and as we get out up walks Bubba, pulling up his pants and chewing on a toothpick.
Scarlett does not like Bubba.
Bubba shows us the Hyundai Sonata and the Optima and the New Van and the Tucson and the Sante Fe. Pointing out all the bells and whistles that come with each car, straining over Scarlett with his sweat soaked arms showing her how the windshield wipers work.
Scarlett was not happy.
Apparently Bubba got a feel of Scarlett's cold air and made the comment as she walked away that if she had a problem with him he could easily go get another dealer to help.
Not. A. Good. Idea. Bubba.
Scarlett whirled around and walked right back to Bubba. There they stood, chest to chest, a tub 'o lard and a chihuahua. With a slight tilt upwards with her nose Scarlett sniffs the air and then says in her sweetest, drawliest voice, "Bubba, this is what I want you to do. I want you to go inside (at this point she begins brushing the crumbs from his shirt), fix a nice big cold glass of water, sit down and relax. After all, you been out here working in this awful heat all day (now she is straightening his collar). And then, once you get nice and comfy in that big ole building with the air conditioning, I want you to look around at all the other salesmen in the building. Can you do that?"
Bubba shakes his head yes.
"And then I want you to ask another salesman who won't be intimidated by an educated woman who has done her homework and knows more about the car she's looking at than you do and send him out here to help me."
Bubba stares dumbfounded.
"Thanks darlin'," and with a final pat to his chest Scarlett whirled on her heel and pranced away.
*le sigh*
...Fiona...
the panache and snottiness that comes with it.I often wonder how I turned out the way I did with that woman raising me. After I say that my father and grandmother remind me that she wasn't the only one who had a hand in my raising...THANK GOD!
I love her. Really, I do. I think you reach a moment when you realize how much you love your mother and at that point you see her faults all the more clearer.
Enter Us into The Car Lot.
Aw Gawd Help Me.
We pull in and as we get out up walks Bubba, pulling up his pants and chewing on a toothpick.
Scarlett does not like Bubba.
Bubba shows us the Hyundai Sonata and the Optima and the New Van and the Tucson and the Sante Fe. Pointing out all the bells and whistles that come with each car, straining over Scarlett with his sweat soaked arms showing her how the windshield wipers work.
Scarlett was not happy.
Apparently Bubba got a feel of Scarlett's cold air and made the comment as she walked away that if she had a problem with him he could easily go get another dealer to help.
Not. A. Good. Idea. Bubba.
Scarlett whirled around and walked right back to Bubba. There they stood, chest to chest, a tub 'o lard and a chihuahua. With a slight tilt upwards with her nose Scarlett sniffs the air and then says in her sweetest, drawliest voice, "Bubba, this is what I want you to do. I want you to go inside (at this point she begins brushing the crumbs from his shirt), fix a nice big cold glass of water, sit down and relax. After all, you been out here working in this awful heat all day (now she is straightening his collar). And then, once you get nice and comfy in that big ole building with the air conditioning, I want you to look around at all the other salesmen in the building. Can you do that?"
Bubba shakes his head yes.
"And then I want you to ask another salesman who won't be intimidated by an educated woman who has done her homework and knows more about the car she's looking at than you do and send him out here to help me."
Bubba stares dumbfounded.
"Thanks darlin'," and with a final pat to his chest Scarlett whirled on her heel and pranced away.
*le sigh*
...Fiona...
Posted by Kerri Wall at 8:48 AM
12 touched me
I'm I going straight to hell for laughing at that story?
I'm just curious, you understand.
That should have said, AM, not I'M..*sigh*
But really, growing up with the Devil Woman, I understand completely.
I don't know Holly but if you are you'll have company!
The funniest part of the story was the look in Linc's face. He's seen Scarlett in a tiff, but never has he seen the claws fully bared. It was hilarious. He was still talking about it this afternoon...LOL
LOL! Too funny! I mean, it's funny because I'm reading about it, not living with it. ;)
LMAO, that IS funny...oh I'm laughing loud right now....hehe.
Tee hee, that is funny.
LMAO! Those pictures are hilarious too.
You realize that she might get you killed, right? Keep your distance ;)
CindyS (my mother only wishes she was Scarlett - she just went to the bitchy side and forgot the charming)
Well, let's make sure we keep DW and Scarlett far away from each other. I haven't even told you Scarlett's dog stories!
It was hard not to bust out laughing right there on the lot Dylan!
Glad you enjoyed Isabel.
LOL Ames. I especially like Bubba's.
Luckily Cindy, Scarlett can't use the computer. She bats her lashes and gets someone else to do her online bidding.
...Fiona...
That is a riot LOL. Nothing like seeing a car dealer taken down!!
OMG! DW and Scarlett together? I shudder at the thought. YIKES!
LOL Holly. We could think about joining forces and pitting them against the anit-christ. I'm afraid they might actually win! LOL
...Fi
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