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.
No way. Have you told your mom?
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me of that part in the Wizard of Oz, where it seems so wrong, yet feels so right.
ReplyDeleteIt went a little something like this:
Ding dong, the witch is dead,
The wicked witch, the wicked witch...
Love the word.
ReplyDeleteYes, my mom knows. She was the person who told me about it.
ReplyDeleteI share a similar experience here:
ReplyDeletehttp://blog.geezeo.com/2007/07/25/how-much-does-an-ahole-cost/
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