My mother… God love ‘er.
She does really well at keeping up with everything current, despite living in our little speck on the map all of her life. I think having two grown daughters makes her a little more watchful of the trends and goings on.
But this is rural New Brunswick: the land of meat and potatoes; farmer’s country; where the dividing social line is whether or not your half-ton is a 4×4; where people hook up satellite tv not to broaden their viewing horizons but to have the option of watching the same CBS shows at 10 different time slots a day.
Yes, this is still Carleton County and sometimes even my SuperWoman mom can’t hide her roots.
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After having lunch yesterday, we were driving through the town I work in, chatting about something. Mom glanced over at me, looked past me, and interrupted herself mid-sentence to exclaim, “Well look! There goes a midget!”.
I was a bit taken aback by the statement but was also giggling at how “redneck” it is to be shocked at the sight.
In a scolding tone, I said, “MOM! They prefer to be called ‘little people’!”.
And she replied, “Okay, well … there goes a little midget!”
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I’m still not sure if she said it to be funny or if she really wasn’t getting my drift but, either way, it made me laugh.
(Sorry if that offends… that wasn’t my intention)