Saturday, August 21, 2010

My Elmer can do more in three minutes than those speed-daters do

 Don’t know what this world is coming to.  Lordy, when I met Elmer he was over at my house, sitting on the back porch, walking me around hours on the old road in our back fields here in Cloutierville.  But Elmer tells me folks     are doing it in three minutes.                                                                                                            

In three minutes Elmer wouldn’t have much time to even say something.  He’s too quiet.   I do most of the talking, as everyone around these parts knows.  Elmer only talks, he says, when he’s got something to say that’s important.

So it was news to me when Elmer came and got me and said, “I need three minutes.”
“Three minutes, Elmer?  What’s that for?”

“Well, I heard on the news these people are courting in just three minIutes.   They call it speed-dating.   They say they can do it even with pictures.  I thought to myself, with pictures?  I don't need any pictures, but I sure can figure out something," Elmer says with his grin, looking at me like he does when it's time for dinner.

“Well, what do you want to do in those three minutes?” I asked, but I couldn’t finish asking any questions because before I could get too far down that road, Elmer already had me in the bushes.
Elmer might not say much, but I’ll bet he can do a lot more in three minutes than any of those young folks do.

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