I remember one time, when i was child, and my Mother had sent me to the store to buy some grits.
The store was at the corner of our block, The Pink Store, and i eventually worked there during high school ... but in an effort not to digress ...
I went and bought the grits as my Mother wanted, and when we opened them, there was a worm inside.
My Mother was so outdone, and immediately sent me back with the grits, to get our money back.
The man at the store said to me ... "You got meat with your grits, you should be happy."
He gave me the money back of course ... but i've always remembered him saying that.
Is there a moral to this story ... iono ...
Love Yall!
Destee
The store was at the corner of our block, The Pink Store, and i eventually worked there during high school ... but in an effort not to digress ...
I went and bought the grits as my Mother wanted, and when we opened them, there was a worm inside.
My Mother was so outdone, and immediately sent me back with the grits, to get our money back.
The man at the store said to me ... "You got meat with your grits, you should be happy."
He gave me the money back of course ... but i've always remembered him saying that.
Is there a moral to this story ... iono ...
Love Yall!
Destee