Wednesday, March 31, 2010

What you hear is what you get

Last week, I spent some time with SweaterGal and FlatulenceKing (my parents). It's always a blast from the past to head to Hoosier Land and try to carry on a conversation over the cranked-up-so-Dad-doesn't-have-to-wear-his-hearing-aids soundtrack of RFD-TV:

"Hey, Dad," says I, "don't you kinda think Marty Stuart's hair makes him look more like an 80's rocker wannabe than a country legend?"

"Huh?" grunts FlatulenceKing.

"Marty Stuart's hair...that's pretty wild stuff!"

FK's face screws itself into a question mark as he replies, "Oh, I doubt he even uses snuff, no matter how mild it is. But I'll tell you one thing...he needs a haircut."

I laugh out loud.


"What...you don't think he needs a haircut?"


"Yes, I do," I snicker in reply.


"No I don't...I just cut mine last week."


Now I'm confused: "What?"


"You said I need a haircut, too, and I said I don't because I just got one last week. You wanna borrow my ears?"


"No, that's okay."


"They're right there on the table."


"I said, 'No'."


"So what?"


"Not so...I said, 'No'!"


"Go where?"


With a resigned sigh, I answer, "Branson...are you going to go to Branson?"

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