Southern Discomfort [ #FlashFiction ]

Bovine-eyed and cringing by decibels, her daughter glances across the café at the exit sign. Mom’s diatribe goes south.

“Gawwd…  Don’t you remember Florida?  That waitress sits down at our table fer chrissakes! ‘How yeww folks doing? Y’all having a nice day?’ she asks. ‘May I take yerr order?’

“Yeah, lady… leave us alone!”

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