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Originally Posted by GregW
I always though that a small bottle of something alcoholic was "Momma's little helper". I guess a joint is smaller and more effective.
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Au Contraire! According to the Rolling Stones
(back before they got sucky), it was
"Little Yellow Pills".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCD3Wa5RvjE
I'm in the Deep South a lot. You get force-fed oldies, everywhere, there. Horrible, obnoxious, lovey-dovey oldies... The entire region is stuck in the Seventies. You NEVER hear songs that are actually
good, like
Mother's Little Helper.
As for the Pothead Moms in the story... My Mom was a Pothead. She probably
inherited the capacity to develop an IQ high-enough for medical school. But she was a pothead by age 14. So, her brain stopped developing in Eighth Grade, and she became a hooker, instead of a doctor.
(Great-grammaw caught her drunk and stoned, and "turned her out"
, that very weekend. 'Negotiable Affection'
was the "fambly bidnis", but mom had been earmarked for greater things. She blew her chance, though.)
I have fleeting memories of "daddies"
(not my 'Real Daddy'...), whom Mom would latch onto. But with her Marijuana Psychosis growing worse with every puff, she couldn't keep a meal ticket for very long. We'd get ensconced in a
"Fine BRICK home!" just long enough for me to briefly experience air conditioning, lovely
Sunset Pecan Masonite wall paneling
(deliciously cool and smooth to touch), and
Hi-Lo Sculptured Shag carpet, before we were back in that shack with my Grandmother and Great-grandmother. And there I'd be, having to remember, all over again, that I couldn't scoot my butt across that raw board floor, unless I wanted splinters.
Inntyway, I grew up, got married, and moved to our pitiful state's
Sorry-excuse-for-a-big-city. We joined a big gym. It was run, OK, for years, and then the Managing Partner sold his interest, leaving the other partners, supposed
"Christian Businesspersons", to run the place. I was oblivious to all of this, being too busy gossiping, in the Cardio Rooms, with Psych pros from various local facilities, and various swingers, about which loudly homophobic bodybuilders at that gym had been ----ed up the ---, yet, and which ones were still
'latent'.
But I did notice that the place was going to Hell in a handbasket. Among years of horrible decisions and oversights, a few things stand out. They put in basketball courts. You can't do that, in the South.
Who in their right mind, would even think you
could? Suddenly, an element was attracted to the place, who sent
'Society Ladies' scurrying.
"I had to QUIT! (quipped a cardboard magnate's trophy wife) Now, that gym has all these new members who look like WELFARE RECIPIENTS!!!"
And then, somebody had the brilliant idea to make members leave their keys on a pegboard, if they wanted a towel/locker. The pegboard was within easy reach of anyone standing at the counter. Well, being the devious vixen I am, I scrounged-up a bunch of keys-to-nowhere, and put them on a Rolls Royce keychain. When those disappeared
(fast!!!), I put some more, on a broken Gucci keychain. After THOSE got stolen, I put my newest fake keys on my OTHER broken Gucci keychain. About this time, the fancy-schmantzy new remote keys were being introduced.
Lots of the
'Basketball Guests' were now grabbing keys, hitting the remotes, and finding cars to steal, with ease. Nobody at the desk was stopping the entry of all these unregistered guests. Actual paying members were quitting, right and left
(particularly those who'd lost cars).
On top of all this, somebody in Management signed on with a "marketing specialist", who proposed a brilliant scheme, to lure-in new members
(to replace those who'd fled, no doubt). I noticed that the back of my Kroger receipt was a coupon, for a week's free membership at my gym.
WHO, IN THEIR RIGHT MIND, would agree to such a thing? You can get a Kroger receipt, even if you're paying with assistance vouchers!!!!
WHO, IN THEIR RIGHT MIND, WOULD NOT REALIZE THIS?
Even worse, the other big part of the marketing scheme was BILLBOARDS: billboards, announcing the free memberships... Not so bad: right? Just put the billboards in upscale areas, where qualified members tend to live. Smart!
Maybe that would have been smart. But the billboards ALL went up in bad areas - areas our Janitor forbade me to enter,
"Because they're war zones!" Our janitor's hobby was listening to the PoPo "scanner". He knew, from listening to his scanner, what the really bad areas were. These were the areas
where billboard rents were lowest. These were the areas where criminals were being encouraged to look at the receipts their babies' mommas were bringing home from the grocery
(goods paid for by food stamps), to get their free memberships to the ritzy gym on the good side of the metro, where there were all kinds of good things to steal.
The West side of town suddenly DID appear at our gym, all sorts of good things DID get stolen, and a new wave of legit members cancelled their memberships.
WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND would let this happen, to the best gym in town? Who, with half a brain, would not have seen this coming?
And what does this have to do with Pothead Moms, anyway? Well, I'll
tell you what. I've been hearing from a hottie from that gym, who's endured years of come-ons from one of the
"Christian Businesspersons" who ran the gym into the ground. She's a
"mom". She
(reportedly) likes to go to concerts with her daughter, smoke weed, and pick up young guys. Makes her
"feel young!".
WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND? Try
STONED mind.... Years of astonishingly stupid decisions are to be expected, from someone who's been partaking of a stupefying drug. Pot is a stupefying drug.
It makes you so stupid things.
And THAT is what's wrong with sitting in a parking lot, toking, when you're a
"mom".