Gateway Pundit is reporting that during this Health Care Hoedown between the splattering crowd, Congresswoman Louise Slaughter (Dimwit, NY) whined about some old gal in her district that had to wear her dead sister's fake toofers.
It put me in mind of a story that my beloved Granddaddy once told me. I've told y'all about my beloved Granddaddy before. Billy Joe (Will) Austin was my best friend before he died in November of 1981. He owned a couple of Appliance, Television, and Furniture stores here in the area.
At one time, he had a location in the Shreve City Shopping Center, about two doors down from G.C. Murphy's dime store. Murphy's had a lunch counter. One morning before the store opened up, Granddaddy dropped in for breakfast. This is what he told me...
"I was sitting there at the counter next to an old man in overalls, and we were visiting while our orders were being filled. When the waitress brought his breakfast, he started searching his pockets for his dentures. He patted all over top and bottom, but couldn't find 'em.
There he was, with grits, biscuits, and a ham steak...and no way to chomp. The old fellow (laughing about it all) said to me, 'Well, dammit! I must have left my dentures at the house! I can down the grits and biscuits, but somebody else is gonna get a free ham steak. Who wants it?'
There was a well-dressed man sitting on the other side of the old fellow. He laughed, and said, 'Neighbor, lemme see what I can do.' At that, he reached into his left suit pocket and pulled out a set of dentures. He said, 'Give these a try.' The old man plopped 'em in, chomped a minute, and said, 'Well, thanks, but these won't do.'
The stranger was not giving up that quick. So, he reached into his right suit pocket and pulled out another pair, and handed them to the old man. The old man gave it another try...chomped a minute, and said, 'Yep! These'll do! Thank you, sir."
The stranger went back to eating his breakfast with a 'You're more than welcome, sir.' The old man (and my Granddaddy) was curious about this fellow. So, the old man asked, 'My friend, what do you do? If you're a denture salesman, I'd like to buy these from you...because I could sure use a spare set.'
The well-dressed stranger looked at him, and said, 'No sir. You just keep 'em....I'm not a denture salesman. I'm a mortician.' "
Cigar Art XIX
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