Mildred, the church gossip, and self-appointed monitor of the church's morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business...
Several members did not approve of her extra curricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused Frank, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon.
She emphatically told Frank (and several others) that every one seeing it there WOULD KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING !
Frank, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny. He said nothing...
Later that evening, Frank quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred's house ..... walked home. . . .and left it there all night!!!
(You gotta love Frank!)
Thanks to Susan S.
Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the talkative woman who bet everyone at the table that she could get 3 words out of the famously taciturn President Calvin Coolidge.
ReplyDelete"You lose," replied the President.
Thanks for sharing this Mimi. I was certain it would get a rise out of someone.
ReplyDeleteSmart guy!!
ReplyDeleteSusan!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat!!!
ReplyDeleteMust I spell it out? In truth, I doubt that either of our guys here got a rise.
ReplyDeleteMimi!!!
ReplyDeleteI know, I know.
ReplyDeleteGood one!
ReplyDeleteLiked it.
ReplyDeleteMimi, I have been thinking about the discussion here, and I feel I must explain what I meant by 'getting a rise out of someone." When I was a kid it meant getting a reaction from someone. My mother usually applied it to people with short tempers. "Be careful what you say, or you'll get a rise out of him!" So you see, every utterance from me doesn't necessarily mean something smutty! I just thought it would get a reaction, even if only a laugh!
ReplyDeleteSusan, love, I know that. It means the same thing around here, too, but it also means the "other thing". I took the naughty route and pretended to take it the other way. If I embarrassed you, I am truly sorry. You are the innocent here, and I am the wicked one. Forgive me.
ReplyDeleteI'm not embarrassed, Mimi, love. I just didn't want Goran to think I was a dirty old woman! I will admit that I'm hardly ever innocent...;-)
ReplyDeleteSusan, let's get one thing straight. I am the dirty old woman around here, and I won't take kindly to competition. And Göran still likes me - I think.
ReplyDeleteWell there you go! It got a rise out of you, eh?
ReplyDeleteAs ever, signed your sycophant...
ReplyDeleteSusan
But you won this round, Susan. Remember, sycophants are not supposed to win.
ReplyDeleteI hardly ever win, Mimi. Please forgive me!
ReplyDeleteAll right, Susan Sycophant, I forgive you, but just this once.
ReplyDeleteAm I causing embarrassments to your conversations?
ReplyDeleteIt's a bit like my late mother who always swore a lot - but tried not to when I had gone to Lund to become a Priest ;=)
Am I causing embarrassments to your conversations?
ReplyDeleteGöran, not at all. I think of you first as a friend. Only sometimes do I think of you as a priest. Sorry about that, but it's not just you. It's Paul, Ann, Caminante, Elizabeth, Margaret, MadPriest (and it's right there in his name!), Amelia, Rick, etc., etc., etc.
Göran, I was just being silly with Mimi! It was a badly worded joke I guess. But I really don't want you to think I am a dirty old woman! ;-) As Mimi said she is the Dirty Old Woman here, and I bow to her superiority in this matter!
ReplyDeleteI love that your mother tried not to swear after you became a Priest. I have yet to achieve perfection in that area, either!