When I was a kid, between the ages of 10 to 18, I had a bully who conveniently lived three houses down from me.
My mom liked to say, "People like that always cook their own goose."
I never believed her. It's hard for a kid to think that way especially when you're in a headlock.
mom: “Where is your Halloween candy?” me: “Yeah, um, David Fleming stole it.” mom: “People like that always cook their own goose.” me: “Right, but I still don't have my Halloween candy or my dignity.” mom: “Here, take some of your sister's candy. She won't mind.” mom: “Where is your new bike?” me: “Yeah, um, David Fleming stole it.” mom: “People like that always cook their own goose.” me: “Right, but I still don't have my bike or my dignity.” mom: “Here, use your sister's bike. She won't mind.”
So, you can imagine my glee when I heard the news that a cop shot and killed David Fleming.
"It's my life and I'll do what I want!" -- you certainly did...until the policeman shot you.
Good call, Mom!
The goose is cooked. Cooking time? 36 years.