Last week this lady was telling me all about how the folks
in Davis , America ,
know everything about everyone.
She was telling the absolute gospel truth. In a small town
being nosy is not a sin and that’s the first step in gathering good gossip. We
live in one of those hears all, knows all, tells all places that can spread
gossip faster than a snow cone melting at the front gates of hell.
It’s the very thing that makes us check to be sure that
we’ve got on clean underwear before we drive seven blocks to the grocery store.
Most accidents happen within a mile of home and heaven forbid if we were taken
to the hospital with underwear that were faded in a blotchy shade of blue
because Mr. B washed them with his jeans.
And the gossip! Lord, love a duck…it would be horrible…Dotty’s
Granny was a saint on earth and they can’t even let poor old Dotty look at the
Pearly Gates. I’m not even sure Dotty was her granddaughter. Not if she didn’t
have enough sense to bleach those under britches before she wore them.
(This is said with a hand over the gossiping lady’s mouth) I wonder if her
mama had an affair with that boy who had a pony tail and hung around the café
where she worked back before she married the woman’s daddy. It’s beginning to
look more and more like a possibility.
By morning, it’s all over town that Dotty does not have the
same DNA as the man listed as her father on her birth certificate. She has the
same color hair that that boy did who hung around the café forty years ago. And
she wears it in a pony tail so there’s proof positive.
It’s been said that the three main ways of communication are
telephone, television and tell-a-woman. For the life of me, I’ve never
understood why they classified television with the other two. By the time
television got all their anchor men and women together, decided who had the
prettiest hair and the nicest voice, plus had their makeup just right and got
all their equipment in the van, telephone and tell-a-woman would have joined
forces. Whatever television had to say would be colder than last night’s
macaroni and cheese.
Back before good romance novels, soap operas, R-rated movies
and even before the telephone perfected the art of good gossip, there was
always the need to tell someone a secret. We all know the only way for two
people to keep a secret is if one of them is dead.
So here sits two folks with strong hearts and only slightly
elevated blood pressure. Neither one is ready to visit the undertaker but they
both have itchy tongues.
So they go out and tell just one person to ease that heavy
feeling in their chest and lower that blood pressure. “You’ll never believe
what I just heard. You can’t breathe a word of it because I promised it would
never leave my lips but I know I can trust you.”
At dawn the next morning everyone knows the story. Only it’s
not that the story that the first itching tongue whispered. It’s been reformed,
remodeled, added to, subtracted from, multiplied, divided three times and
embellished upon. It is now worth of a contract for a new television series that should never have to worry about being discontinued.
The dictionary says that gossip has something to do with
folks meddling in other peoples affairs. I’ve heard it called small town
politics. Whatever it’s called it’s the same old BS. And in a small town like Davis ,
America , everyone knows
whatever everyone else is doing, when they did it, who they did it with and
whether it was before or after breakfast.
And we all read the local newspaper
to see who got caught!
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ReplyDeleteSorry I've been missing in action Carolyn! Lord I hate spring. The only thing good that comes is my baby horses. Even that's not happening! Still waiting in miz Lillie to have her baby. Never again will I pasture breed a horse. If I'm not holding that stud when it happens and I can see it, then it ain't happening.
ReplyDeleteHubby has had me cleaning and painting the porches and he finally fixed my bush hog. I love to bush hog my pastures with my earbuds in jamming to my music. I even ran a deer out of the pasture. Two pastures down and one to go. Then we have to spray the weeds and fence lines. Anyone who wants horses need to think again! If It's not a lifelong passion, then don't try it. Hubby is allergic to anything that stings, so I get to do all the fun stuff.
As for gossip. I learned a long time ago that it's best to keep your mouth shut and not spread it.
Great advice Ms. Kim! I've heard something similar from my momma, only about my legs. Unfortunately, according to the gossip, I was the town Bible Belt years before I ever even considered doing more than reading about romance in a novel.
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