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February 17, 2010
February 17, 2010 at 10:38 AM
That's a really funny picture! They have such feminine hats with the flowers, but the cigars…yikes!
Patti Lacy says
February 17, 2010 at 1:11 PM
Cancer ward overcrowding forced Ethel, a bigoted Mississippian, to room with Mabel, a grouchy maid.
Whenever they could disconnect from the zillion wires that kept them kicking, they'd shuffle down the halls, looking for someone who would listen to their complaints against each other.
In room 313, a new father tossed cigars to nurses, patients, even a grandmother. "I had a boy," he kept saying. "I had a boy!"
You only had one thing to do with it. Ethel bit back a smirk, accepted one cigar, then snatched another from the giddy man's palm. She'd smoke it after hours.
Ethel tiptoed back into the room, where Mabel perched in front of their TV, watching "Days of Our Lives" and criticizing Erica Kane.
"How dare you talk against a white woman?" Ethel threw up her hands. Dropped the cigar.
"How dare you get cigars and not offer me one?"
"You smoke?" Ethel's eyes popped open.
"What, you think us coloreds don't know good tobakkey when we smell it?"
Ethel fixed her gaze on Mabel, then looked away from brown-eyed heat she just couldn't match.
"Don't just stand there," Mabel finally said, breaking through the clanging of elevator bells and the squeak of cart wheels. "Let's go smoke."
Amy DeTrempe says
February 17, 2010 at 5:02 PM
I am too tired to come up with a story by that is a great picture and made me laugh. Thanks.
Linda Wichman says
February 18, 2010 at 9:35 AM
Can't top Patti's 'broad' imagination about two old broads…LOL That was great!! Rolling with belly laughter!
February 18, 2010 at 5:05 PM
Thanks for the story, Patti!
I hope to be that cute someday (without the cigar, though).
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