Lady asks me stew or okra. I’m not very regimented in my entrees, eh. 

…small okra. 

Sit down and write about my white beatd hair and she brings my okra. “You got it made”. 

…Howso?

Get to wear those flip-flops to work!

…Nah, I just wear them on lunch break. 
2_9_2017 Thursday