Have a Good One!
Mon, Jul 19, 2010
I tell you right now, nothing gets my goat worse than hearing some ol’ broad with her hair dyed red down at my local Circle K telling me to “Have a Good One!” first thing in the morning on my way to the sock factory. Just because she’s been up all night wired on No-Doz doesn’t mean the rest of us feel worth a crap and me, personally, I don’t want to hear anyone tell me to have a good anything. Much less a good one. What good one? A good what? Hell, give me a bad one. Probably a bit more fun.
During the holidays last year, I was actually told to “Have a Merry!” Not a Merry one. Just a Merry. Okay I’ll take two Merrys, one Jane, and a Sally.
I don’t know where this cliche began but now it has spread into the Bible Belt where after paying for your pork skins and Slushee you will hear: ” Have a Blessed One”. Again, I’d like to know: a Blessed One what?
– Submitted by Boyd Schidt, Bowlegs, Oklahoma
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Q: Do you know what really burns my tail?
A: A flame about three feet high.
Most folks mean well, but they are ignorant as a flea on a dead skunk. When they tell you to have a “whatever” one, just go home and have a can of sardines and a cold one. Hell, that’s as good as it gets.
I have a good one already, it’s just not BIG Enough!!