Being Called Mr. Brown

OK - today our community had a multi family tag sale, mine being one of them.  I am standing there getting my items all set to sell, when this kid walks up to me and had the nerve to say, "look mommy, it's Mr. Brown without the funny clothes on.  Hey mister, are you Mr. Brown and why don't you have on your funny clothes - go and get them"

Two things went through my mind.  One, am I that out of shape that I look like Mr. Brown?  And two, doesn't this kid have any manners and does he know when to stay in a child's place and keep his comments to himself?  There is something funny about living in the south vs the north.  Down here, they just say what's on their minds and they don't really care how your take it.  Like Madea said, you can come out of your purse or your back pocket - they really don't care.  Needless to say, I went straight home and shaved the entire face.  If I added some baby powder to the goatee and mustache - I can see how I look like David Mann.

Only in the south can you be charged with a DUI when meds affect your ability to drive.  Only in the south does the news put your entire life story when you are caught running a red light and plaster your picture on "breaking news"

Anyway,  the tag sale was a great success.  We set up at 7:30 and by 9AM I had sold almost everything I brought out there to sell.  People know how to haggle items priced $1 down to $0.25.  Well today they met their match.  A $1 is a $1.  This might sound mean but - you can't have everything free.  Stop having your hand out for something when I need the money just as bad as you want the item.  I am a one income household and funds are T-I-G-H-T and you looking like it's in need of some food.

Now as for being called Mr. Brown - I will take it as a compliment.