Pfunksfoolosophy

You probably don’t know that Loretta Lynn song. It’s one of my favorites. Part of the chorus goes, “You better move your feet if you don’t wanna eat a meal that’s called fist city”.
I love me some Loretta Lynn. She is the toughest country singer around. I think there’s gotta be a black woman inside her, ’cause some of her songs have that attitude. Maybe country folks and black folks (some of us are country) have more in common than people wanna believe, I don’t know. The thing is, the song came to mind the other day and I forgot to tell you about it.

I live in NYC. I see a lot of actors, musicians and the like. I’m not so impressed so, if one of them is in my path of egress or tries to strong arm me, I will push them out of my way. No joke.
Just the other day, I was on the train going to work and guess who was trying to push past me? That woman Andrea from Top Chef. She was wearing some wacky outfit and thick wedgie sandals (of the high heel variety) and she was carrying a bag from Integral Yoga or some such.
Now, everyone pushes and shoves to get on the train. Why? I know not. There’s always going to be another train in roughly five minutes, unless it’s after midnight. I was already at the door. I am nearly 6′ tall. You can’t miss me. She must have thought I was invisible. I am not, I assure you. Anyway, she tried to squeeze by me, thus pushing me against another patron.
I shoved her back and gave her ‘the look’. She smiled sheepishly and I grunted the standard grunt that my family utters when completely over it. I guess it’s not really a grunt–we sorta just go ‘Mm.’ Short and sweet. “Mm” means ‘no way do I buy that sheepish grin’.
She got the message and avoided me. I wasn’t staring at her. I was wearing sunglasses and not looking at her, but every time I did glance over at her, she was looking at me all apologetic-like. Maybe she was having a bad day. I smiled at her.
All was forgiven. Maybe I was having a bad day and feeling entitled.
Sometimes ya just have to cut people some slack. Sure, humanity is going to hell in a handbasket and I can almost guarantee you I’m going with gasoline drawers, but we’re all we’ve got.
Life is not always filled with landmines.
If I can help it, I’m gonna remember that more often.
Got my health, got a roof over my head, a job and loads of lovely love.
What more could I ask for anyway?
Yep, you read my mind: the winning lottery numbers BEFORE they are drawn.
Ah, LIFE!