The kids and I were up before daylight this morning pulling sweet corn and loading new taters, okra, yellow squash, maters, green beans, brocoli, fresh dill, cucs, and some other assorted vegis all from our garden. We arrive 30 minutes before opening and get setup. We really don't raise the extra vegis to sell, what we don't use and family can't use we try to sell and donate the rest to the food bank, and what money we make is split up between the children.
Anyways back on subject, an hour before close (noon) this yankee woman asks my youngest daughter Z (8) for some corn. Z takes the woman by the hand and leads her over to the corn and tells her to take her pick but the butter and cream corn is the best tasting.
YW: I want corn not cucumbers.
Z: That is corn cucumbers are over there (pointing to the other end).
YW: Little girl I want corn and that's not corn, where's your father?
Z: Daddy this lady wants to talk to you.
Me: What can I do for you.
YW: I wanted some corn but your daughter keeps trying to sell me cucumbers.
Me: That's corn right in front of you. That's Silver Queen, Yellow Gold, and that's butter and cream.
YW: I want corn and that's not corn you stupid rednecks are trying to steal from people and I'm going to report you to Reverand Anderson. (Walks away in a huff).
About 15 minutes later, the Right Rev:
RR: Mr. Tanasi, Mrs something-ski says you're trying to rip her off by selling cucumbers as corn.
Me: No I'm trying to sell her corn she's just too stupid to know corn when she sees it. (I really said that and loud enough for her to hear me say it.)
RR: What were you showing her? (I walk him over to the corn.)
Me: There, three kinds of sweet corn.
YW: See he's trying to sell cucumbers as corn.
RR: Mrs. something-ski that's corn.
YW: No it's not.
Me: Lady it's still in the shuck you have to shuck it before you get to the corn. (And I shuck an ear of corn.) See.
YW: (Sputtering) Well how am I susposed to know that?
Me: You might have asked before you started accusing me of crime. Now do you want corn or not?
YW: Well not with that attitude I'll take my business elsewhere.
Me: Then go and leave me alone.
Now having typed all that I have a question. You yankee and city folk do know that corn come in a wrapper besides plastic don't you?
Anyways back on subject, an hour before close (noon) this yankee woman asks my youngest daughter Z (8) for some corn. Z takes the woman by the hand and leads her over to the corn and tells her to take her pick but the butter and cream corn is the best tasting.
YW: I want corn not cucumbers.
Z: That is corn cucumbers are over there (pointing to the other end).
YW: Little girl I want corn and that's not corn, where's your father?
Z: Daddy this lady wants to talk to you.
Me: What can I do for you.
YW: I wanted some corn but your daughter keeps trying to sell me cucumbers.
Me: That's corn right in front of you. That's Silver Queen, Yellow Gold, and that's butter and cream.
YW: I want corn and that's not corn you stupid rednecks are trying to steal from people and I'm going to report you to Reverand Anderson. (Walks away in a huff).
About 15 minutes later, the Right Rev:
RR: Mr. Tanasi, Mrs something-ski says you're trying to rip her off by selling cucumbers as corn.
Me: No I'm trying to sell her corn she's just too stupid to know corn when she sees it. (I really said that and loud enough for her to hear me say it.)
RR: What were you showing her? (I walk him over to the corn.)
Me: There, three kinds of sweet corn.
YW: See he's trying to sell cucumbers as corn.
RR: Mrs. something-ski that's corn.
YW: No it's not.
Me: Lady it's still in the shuck you have to shuck it before you get to the corn. (And I shuck an ear of corn.) See.
YW: (Sputtering) Well how am I susposed to know that?
Me: You might have asked before you started accusing me of crime. Now do you want corn or not?

YW: Well not with that attitude I'll take my business elsewhere.
Me: Then go and leave me alone.
Now having typed all that I have a question. You yankee and city folk do know that corn come in a wrapper besides plastic don't you?
Comment