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I talked to some anti-abortion protesters at the Hardees. Updated at 3:14 PM
Edited on Wed Jan-06-10 03:25 PM by Are_grits_groceries
I was going to the Hardees to get me a sausage biscuit. When I was almost there I could see a couple of people out and about on the sidewalk. I assumed they were people and not just moving piles of clothes. People here tend to bundle up when the sun goes down much less when it is this cold. I have seen people at this area before. I've spoken to a couple of them.
This time there were 2 elderly people. There was a man carrying a sign, and a woman with a sign taped on and pushing a baby carriage with a doll in it. I assumed it was a doll anyway. I was surprised that they would be out in this weather, but they've probably gotten all stirred up with the hooha on Faux Noise.
I got out of my car and gave a big wave to them, and asked how they were doing. They mumbled something through the clothing. I didn't think they were the people I had talked to before. I was dressed up too. I had on my John Deere hat with ear flaps hanging down loose. I was wearing an old black sweatshirt with paint splatters on it. Underneath I had a couple of shirts on, and nothing was tucked in. My jeans had holes in them, and so did the old pair of skippies I had pulled on. My socks were showing through. All I needed was a chaw, but I have done that once. It was enough.
I walked over to them and chatted about the weather and whatnot for a minute or two. Most people will chat back, and they were no exception. I leaned down and looked in the baby carriage, and sure enough there was a baby doll all bundled up in it. I decided to make some mischief.
I leaned over, and talked to the doll just like I thought it was real. I did some baby talk, and then I asked the woman if I could hold her. The lady was now giving me a wary eye, but I was being way polite. I widened my eyes and looked as dumb as a stump. The lady kind of nodded her head.
I picked the doll up, and began talking about what a pretty child she was. I put her over my shoulder and asked what her name was. The man was now standing beside the woman, and they both were keeping a close eye on me. They didn't answer so I said she looked like a Rose. Then I said that she was too pretty to be just a Rose so I thought she had to be a 'Lily Rose.'
They said they hadn't named her yet, and I chattered on about how I had an aunt that didn't have a real name until she was 12 years old. My grandparents called her 'Biddy' until they decided that Barbara would do. Of course, she never got away from the name Biddy, but she would smack the hell out of anybody who called her that after she got her a real name. (That is a true story by the way.) I told them that I understood and that something would come to them that sounded right.
They were really keeping a close eye on me now. People tend to do that when they think you're crazy.
I asked them if they helped take care of the babies that were born when the mothers decided to have them. They muttered something. I said that I wanted to donate some money to their organization that helped take care of those babies because a lot of new mothers didn't have a lot. I said that Lily Rose had better clothes than some of my cousins' children. I helped them out when I could.
They were mumbling things at me and trying to answer my questions. They said they belonged to 'The Church of Holy Hell and Ham' or something. I tend to zone out on the names when they start in. They were getting antsy, but I kept carrying on about helping out the girls who had these children. I was sure that their church had set up some kind of fund. They told me no, and I just smiled angelically. I said I was sure that was going to be the next thing on their list because I knew they loved Jesus and Jesus loved little children.
They kept trying to answer me, and I kept carrying on and talking about Lily Rose. I kept on adding in suggestions for helping the mamas.They finally said they had to go. I put the doll back in the buggy and told the lady that Lily Rose looked just like her. Actually, she did because they were both bundled up and had sort of startled expressions on their faces.
I said bye and went on in the Hardees. I'm sure they will remember me. I hope they remember what I said. I doubt if it will make any difference. It pisses me off though that after the babies are born, nobody wants to spend any time or money helping them. I was playing the fool, but I had a point to make.
My Mama always said I could be a big fool, but at least I was home grown and not bought.