I've got to tell this story. It was one of those days that becomes a part of family lore. Tree Guy, Nature Boy, Meemaw, my mom (GC Brawler), and I went to Golden Corral for dinner one night. It was a weekend, so the restaurant was pretty crowded.
Wait a second. I think this story deserves some artistry.
I think I'll tell it in lyrical verse.
When some skinny white trash dude started to say
My mom got forceful; the dude called her a BLEEP!
Don't even try to step up, or she'll get old school.
And you don't want that. Believe me. I've been there before.
You might think you're winning, but she'll settle the score.
She asked them to leave. And not us. Whassup!
Justice was served, as was our meal.
Dinner and a show--that's one helluva deal.