An excess of old-school country music and an obsession with The Coal Miner’s Daughter can do wonders for a girl’s vocabulary. Yes Sir Yes Ma’am, wonders ya’ll. A mysterious drawl has crept up on me and words that most college educated people shun….well…they are flowing from my mouth. Raised in Northern Virginia, most people I know nowadays would argue to the death that I actually meant to say “West Virginia.”
I tried with all my might to resist being possessed by “country.” But no matter how hard I fought, it just reeled in my soul and grabbed hold of me. But yesterday was a scary scary day.
Scene: Espresso Bar. A line is building to the door. My co-worker tries to a hand a full chai to a grabby customer. It happens in slow motion….scalding liquid splattering everywhere.
Customer: “Oh My!”
Me: ” Ahhh Shucks! Did ya get gottin’?”
What in the devil was that?! That’s it. I’ve got to start listening to punk rock or something that will wake my brain up. I look around to see if anyone has realized that I have violated many rules to our holy language. The customer winks at me…and I think to myself, “you’re lookin’ at country.”
But Loretta Lynn seems like a sassy classy gal. I bet she loves fine pastries and chocolate covered strawberries. So just because I’m slipping into a prairie coma doesn’t mean I’ve lost my wits. So, cheers to country and cheers to perfect rustic fruit tarts. For if you can pull off a fruit tart, then you are a worldly, educated, cultured soul…and you have permission to speak however you chose. Amen.
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All Photos were taken by my wandering cowboy, Evan Lentz.