darlene and her mother are back!

ever since i decided to keep fred flintstone hours (out the door when the pterodactyl crows), i've been missing out on riding the bus with darlene and her mother. but tonight i stayed until 7:15 and was rewarded with entertainment from the two of them. mom was dressed to the nines as usual, while darlene was rocking a snuggie with pearls and a belt. they were about 5 rows apart and uncharacteristically quiet until mom started to list all of the baby food she enjoys eating. you see - she only eats baby food because her stomach is bad.

i only know her stomach is bad because tonight darlene inquired - "ma? why do you think your stomach is so bad? do you think it's because that white man ran over it when you were a kid?"

the rest of the conversation went like this ...

"now darlene, you know that the white man did not roll over my stomach. it was the white man that saved me."

"i heard that! ma, when do you think it will be all over?"

"what will be over? your life? only the good lord knows that darlene. the good lord up in heaven ..."

"no ma - when do you think that you'll stop giving me money even though my check is bigger than yours."

"when you stop wasting all your money at the liquor store."

"i heard that!"

and then i got off the bus