On any given Friday, in this small southern town....
I'm liable to get a phone call from a dear friend and her husband, as they drive out to one of the local gas stations for lunch. That's right...lunch...at the gas station. Perhaps not lunch as some of y'all might think. This isn't just any gas station. There is a small restaurant inside the gas station. A meat and three type place, which, for the unaware, means "meat and three sides." They also serve breakfast. And if you feel like heading to the fishing hole after you eat, you can buy your bait on the way out. Fried fish is the end of the week special...and depending on what kind of fish, the durn things are fried whole...fins and tail fully intact! Never will forget the first time I saw one of our dear church ladies chowing down on a fish tail...precious saint that she was...the image is forever burned in my brain.
On any given Friday, in this small southern town...
Men of a certain age and generation will be driving their women folk to the beauty shops for their weekly appointments. Their blue jeans will be ironed into submission...creases so sharp they are dangerous! They will be driving vehicles...pick-up track, land whale or fuel conscious compact...that are so clean you could perform surgery in the back seat. Some will wait at the shops for their precious cargo to be finished...to charm the other ladies in the salon...to flirt...to catch up on the local gossip. Some will walk their ladies to the door and then go while away the time at the hardware store. And they are never late in returning, because it just wouldn't do to have her waiting for him. After she gets her hair "did", they'll go have lunch....probably at the gas station.
On any given Friday, in this small southern town...
Women of a certain age and generation will flock to the local beauty shops for their standing, weekly appointments. These appointments are serious business. Some of them have been at the same time on Friday, with the same stylist...for YEARS! If they have to change stylists, it's like mourning the death of a loved one. I have been in my stylist's shop on Friday and it's like a blue haired parade! I have heard these ladies talk about moving vacations, doctor's visits and even visiting relatives to make sure their hair appointments are kept! They all look so pretty when their stylists are finished. Aired up...the higher the hair, the close to Jesus...and shiny from all the hairspray used to keep every single hair in place. Beautiful, snowy white...brilliant silver and even a few blue heads. And the men that drove them, well....they all look just as pleased as punch to be driving such lovely ladies around town. It was pretty breezy, yesterday, so the head scarves were out in force. No sense in having their hair-do's blown to smithereens before Sunday.
On any given Friday, in this small southern town....
The local grocery stores will be bustling as preparation are made for Sunday Lunch. Sunday Lunch is about as serious as those Friday hair appointments. If you've never been so fortunate as to partake in Sunday Lunch...you've missed out. It's like Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner...only better. The reason for gathering is just to be together...and to eat GOOOOOOD food.
On any given Friday, in this small southern town...
I remember to be very grateful for living in this small southern town.
I'm liable to get a phone call from a dear friend and her husband, as they drive out to one of the local gas stations for lunch. That's right...lunch...at the gas station. Perhaps not lunch as some of y'all might think. This isn't just any gas station. There is a small restaurant inside the gas station. A meat and three type place, which, for the unaware, means "meat and three sides." They also serve breakfast. And if you feel like heading to the fishing hole after you eat, you can buy your bait on the way out. Fried fish is the end of the week special...and depending on what kind of fish, the durn things are fried whole...fins and tail fully intact! Never will forget the first time I saw one of our dear church ladies chowing down on a fish tail...precious saint that she was...the image is forever burned in my brain.
On any given Friday, in this small southern town...
Men of a certain age and generation will be driving their women folk to the beauty shops for their weekly appointments. Their blue jeans will be ironed into submission...creases so sharp they are dangerous! They will be driving vehicles...pick-up track, land whale or fuel conscious compact...that are so clean you could perform surgery in the back seat. Some will wait at the shops for their precious cargo to be finished...to charm the other ladies in the salon...to flirt...to catch up on the local gossip. Some will walk their ladies to the door and then go while away the time at the hardware store. And they are never late in returning, because it just wouldn't do to have her waiting for him. After she gets her hair "did", they'll go have lunch....probably at the gas station.
On any given Friday, in this small southern town...
Women of a certain age and generation will flock to the local beauty shops for their standing, weekly appointments. These appointments are serious business. Some of them have been at the same time on Friday, with the same stylist...for YEARS! If they have to change stylists, it's like mourning the death of a loved one. I have been in my stylist's shop on Friday and it's like a blue haired parade! I have heard these ladies talk about moving vacations, doctor's visits and even visiting relatives to make sure their hair appointments are kept! They all look so pretty when their stylists are finished. Aired up...the higher the hair, the close to Jesus...and shiny from all the hairspray used to keep every single hair in place. Beautiful, snowy white...brilliant silver and even a few blue heads. And the men that drove them, well....they all look just as pleased as punch to be driving such lovely ladies around town. It was pretty breezy, yesterday, so the head scarves were out in force. No sense in having their hair-do's blown to smithereens before Sunday.
On any given Friday, in this small southern town....
The local grocery stores will be bustling as preparation are made for Sunday Lunch. Sunday Lunch is about as serious as those Friday hair appointments. If you've never been so fortunate as to partake in Sunday Lunch...you've missed out. It's like Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner...only better. The reason for gathering is just to be together...and to eat GOOOOOOD food.
On any given Friday, in this small southern town...
I remember to be very grateful for living in this small southern town.
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