I was over at the Dime Store buying some buttons and bows for my Easter dress when the Digest came in and I read where I was accused of cheating on Goober. Oh, to be falsely accused of immorality! The pain of it all! The suffering. And I who has suffered so much already! Why me, Lord, why, why, why?
First, I was rejected by Andy. Maybe it was because I wasn't a native of Ancient Greece and he liked girls with fancier backgrounds, and there I was just plain ole Lydia from Waynesboro. Or maybe it had to do with my dislike of the guitar. Who knows. That man shorely is picky is all I know about it. Then Goober comes along and I go out of my way to please that one, and I thought things were going along pretty fine and all of a sudden he just stops showing up. No reason given. Next thing I know Miss Flora is in the picture and he is turning to computer dating. And that ain't right! Why? Maybe I didn't keep enough pretzels in the house (they lay heavy on my chest). I know he was always wanting me to play cards and I was raised to reject all forms of gambling. Maybe our cultures were just too different. I don't know. All I know is we were having a good time and poof--good bye and good luck, Lydia. Goober is a nice boy, real helpful about my car. A good conversationalist, too. And I love to talk; I hate to chit-chat, but I love ordinary conversation. Can't we all just sit around and do ordinary talk? Maybe I got car sick just one time too many. A thing like that can put a damper on a relationship. You think so? Like Flora never got sick? Like scientist girl never had the herpes from the sun? Oh, yeah. Lydia, "My only fault was I tried too hard to please people." _______________________________________________ WBMUTBB mailing list [email protected] http://mail.wbmutbb.com/mailman/listinfo/wbmutbb_wbmutbb.com http://www.mayberry.com/tagsrwc/wbmutbb/
