Why do they give that to people in Missouri?

I have only once taken part in the insanity that is Black Friday.  That was long ago and far away in Portland.  It wasn't that bad.  But things seem to have changed since then; people get crushed and killed.  I hope that does not happen this time.  Though one of the clerks today in the grocery store said that our little WalMart got so packed at  midnight that they had to lock to doors until some shoppers finished and exited before they could let in more customers.  I guess it got rather heated because they ended up calling the police to help keep the folks locked out from rioting.

Such insanity.

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On the lighter side; last night Ellen and I got into a discussion on school lunches.  She always takes her lunch.

I asked her if she wanted to buy a lunch at school.

"No, mostly they don't have food that I like." Ellen said. "They have all that Japanese food."

Me, bewildered; "Japanese food?"

Ellen; "Yes, like tacos."

"Oh," I said.  "That's Mexican food."

Ellen; "Sorry, yes Mexican."  There's a pause while we walk.  "Oh, and they have BURRITOS."  She says it in a capitalized voice like that.

"Those are Mexican too," I reply.

She thinks about it a minute, then says; "But what I don't understand is why do they give food like that to people in Missouri."

Hubby and I had a good laugh over that one. 

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jel said…
we got a good laugh, over Ellen's comment, Dh said she was a true Hillbilly! :)
November 23, 2012 at 4:43 PM
Calfkeeper said…
HAha, glad we were able to amuse you. Yes, we are raising a true Hillbilly. She comes up with the funniest things; I often wonder how her mind works.
November 24, 2012 at 8:17 PM
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