tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178137137090856297.post7328594960668775587..comments2023-08-08T09:18:39.913-05:00Comments on Country Girl / City Girl: wineandroastshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10706227811429388824noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178137137090856297.post-73199680065065938022007-11-26T18:49:00.000-06:002007-11-26T18:49:00.000-06:00You are becoming more Southern every day missy! I...You are becoming more Southern every day missy! I would have done the same, and probably offered to kick the cheating husband/boyfriend's ass (if that be the case).Lumpyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01618738615101627632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178137137090856297.post-22783760478243256922007-11-26T18:11:00.000-06:002007-11-26T18:11:00.000-06:00Wow. Poor thing. But I'm always at a loss as to ...Wow. Poor thing. But I'm always at a loss as to what to do in those sort of situations. I'm sure what you did do was really appreciated.Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14599462281364463565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178137137090856297.post-9957546563263203602007-11-26T16:05:00.000-06:002007-11-26T16:05:00.000-06:00Same here, although it might well have been a nice...Same here, although it might well have been a nice cup of tea and a biscuit. <BR/><BR/>A nice cup of tea and a biscuit (and, preferably, a sit down) always does the trick, in my opinion.fatboyfathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13864835743969656978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178137137090856297.post-73581167236589593182007-11-26T14:04:00.000-06:002007-11-26T14:04:00.000-06:00You have a heart of gold and no change in your reg...You have a heart of gold and no change in your regional status can change that.Comet Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03429373886329201429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178137137090856297.post-10863053099869030892007-11-26T13:49:00.000-06:002007-11-26T13:49:00.000-06:00Not that anyone asked, but I think finding out whe...Not that anyone asked, but I think finding out where the woman was sitting and having one delivered to her table OR the restroom even would've been acceptable. Asking her if there was anything you could get her (water,etc.) was also a nice touch. <BR/>I'm from a small city in Iowa and we do things like that here. If Country Girl is right and that's redneck, then everybody could use a little redneck.<BR/>(I'm not goin there, you go there in your OWN head.)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15567771108345433721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178137137090856297.post-76827391173174829292007-11-26T13:44:00.000-06:002007-11-26T13:44:00.000-06:00Hell, if that'd happened here in everybody-knows-e...Hell, if that'd happened here in everybody-knows-everybody else rural America, I'd have bought the wine, drug a chair into the bathroom, sat her down and offered to go out and buy her a new mascara, all the while leaving poor, long-suffering Hubster to finish dinner by himself. <BR/><BR/>As much as I am truly unhappy here sometimes, that's one nice thing about the country. Nobody is going to cuss you or shoot you for trying to comfort their upset wife or child.wineandroastshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10706227811429388824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178137137090856297.post-86638258902047976972007-11-26T13:23:00.000-06:002007-11-26T13:23:00.000-06:00Honey, you are half-redneck and just haven't reali...Honey, you are half-redneck and just haven't realized it. I'm with you...I'd have marched in there with alcohol, a hug and a bunch of pats. Anything. Just let me fix it, honey. Like there was anything you could do.<BR/><BR/>We were in Cincinnati several years ago and after the second day my husband told me, "You are going to get my ass kicked. STOP TALKING to strangers. They don't do that here."<BR/><BR/>So LS was probably right. For the situation. And the dry toilet paper said a lot. Or as much as you COULD say. I guess.Country Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11831442592233150729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178137137090856297.post-73171625341489464002007-11-26T13:14:00.000-06:002007-11-26T13:14:00.000-06:00It's so awful when we witness a stranger's pain, a...It's so awful when we witness a stranger's pain, and feel powerless to help because it's not our place.<BR/><BR/>I recently (well, months ago) saw a woman standing in the parking lot of our grocery store. She was standing at the back of her car with the trunk open, and shoveling food into her mouth from a variety of bags. Taking big mouthfuls of an oversized cookie from one hand, big scooping handfuls of frosted bakery cake from the other, and reaching her hands into the bags for I don't even know what else. It could have been funny if I didn't know that this behavior meant she was suffering. Probably hating herself for eating that way, standing alone but publicly in a parking lot.<BR/><BR/>I knew that she needed help, but I didn't think I was the one to do it. Didn't even know what I could do. I just walked on past to my own car. But I did think of her for days afterwards.<BR/><BR/>I understand how you feel.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com