WHO ARE YOU?!?!
Hiya,
Hey, this reminds me of kind of a funny family story. Remember that I always used to post sometimes about my Papa Roy, my 94 year old grandfather who lives alone outside of Potts Camp, MS, in a little place called Cornersville, and does all his own laundry and driving and yard work and garden work and...well, out-does everyone else in my family? It involves him and my now deceased Granny Ethel.
Back before Granny's health really began to fail, she used to forget sometimes...well, a LOT of the time...and she would ask Papa if he'd been to the mailbox yet, so many times it would irritate him.
Well, one day, I told her, "Hey, you can forget how often you ask Papa if he'd been to the mailbox yet, but it's gonna hurt my feelings if you ever look at me and ask me 'Who are you?'"
We all 3 laughed about it.
Not so many months after that, Papa was rear-ended by a big transfer truck carrying milk, and THAT day milk didn't do a body good. As a matter of fact, Papa didn't realize it at first, but it had caused him some problems in his "guts" somewhere and ultimately made him very, very sick. Everyone in the family knew it, BUT not everyone in the family knew about the "Who are you?" joke I had with him and Granny.
So, my cousin Deborah went up to check on Papa one day, and she walked in the house and said, "Hey, I'm here." And Papa looked at her and said in his weak voice, "Who are you?"
Deborah ran into the other room bawling her eyes out and called up here to Memphis, TN, to tell my aunt Janet, "Papa's bad sick, Janet; I just got here and he doesn't know who I am!!"
Now, everytime we see Deborah, we ask her, "Who are you?" Papa LOVES doing that to her, and she gets miffed about it, too!
That is a funny family story.
The end.
FOZ