While visiting Jim’s mom at the nursing home yesterday, one of the residents took a definite liking to my man. The melody from the old Loretta Lynn song You Ain’t Woman Enough to Take My Man actually flashed through my mind.
Here is how the conversation went (yelling across the room):
Hussy: What’s your name?
My man: Jim
Hussy: Are you married?
My man: Sure am
Me: I’m his wife
Hussy: How come all the good looking ones are always taken?
Me: (to Jim with tears of laughter rolling down my cheeks) You’d better be nice or I’m going to tell her that you’re up for grabs.
Mom: She’s just an ol’ hussy
Hussy: What’s your telephone number
My man: You’ll have to ask her (pointing to me)
Hussy: Are you married? You sure are good lookin’…My man: I feel like a piece of meat!
The whole place is in stitches by this point. One of the attendants finally took matters into her own hands and walked the hussy out, while she muttered the whole way about all the good ones are already taken….I’ll bet you didn’t know a visit to a nursing home could be so entertaining.