MOM GETS BRAVE, STARTS BLOGGING

GEEZER TIME AT THE SUPERMARKET

OK, Ruth, I give up--I'll start blogging on your Daily Cud.

Today your Dad and I went to the supermarket (as we old farts seem to do every day). While the young cashier was ringing up our groceries and the bag boy was bagging, the following exchange took place:

Dad: You know that queer English singer, what's his name?

Mom: What's his name?

Dad: Yeah, that queer English guy, what's his name?

Cashier, scanning: Blipblipblip.

Mom: (After a thoughtful pause) Elton John?

Bag Boy, packing: Smack, clunk, squoosh.

Dad: Yeah, that's it, Elton John! I saw him on TV this morning, and he was cussing out [mumbled; sounded like "McDonalds"]. You couldn't even tell what that guy was saying. It was just, "Bleep--bleep--bleep."

Mom: I'm not surprised, they'll say anything on TV.

Cashier: $49.62, hit "Enter" please.

Mom: [Click] [Pause] Why would Elton John be cussing out McDonald's? I can't imagine him eating there.

Dad: [loud voice] Not McDonald's--MADONNA! He was cussing out MADONNA. That's what I was asking you--why was he cussing out MADONNA?

Cashier and Bag Boy: [Mutual eye-rolling; struggling not to giggle]

Mom: [A horrible epiphany here] Omigod--we're turning into Meemaw and Pawpaw!

[Question: Why WAS Elton John cussing out Madonna? Do you suppose that bag boy would know? Should we ask him next time?]