September 18, 2011


I traveled up to the Panhandle for some 'business' this weekend, with a girlfriend and her daughter. We arrived Friday afternoon and left early this morning. We stayed with my folks, which was a joy as always.

We had stopped in Tallahassee to spend the night, Thursday night, the trip being too long to make leaving at rush hour as we did. It is 9 hours from my door to my folks', adding meals and stopping for gas.

When we checked in, a hotel room I got for us for just over $100, not a good deal, but one I was OK with considering it was Tallahassee on football weekend with OU coming to town, in an area I knew was safe, I was informed that if I'd reserved a room for the next night, although one was NOT available, I'd have paid... $399.

Holy cats.

Suddenly I felt like I'd gotten a bargain.

The next morning we made our way to McDonalds for breakfast, something I do not do often as I struggle to maintain my middle aged weight.

My girlfriend is six years my junior, her daugther is my eldest's age. So that puts us at... 46, 40, and 16.

We walked up to the counter and there was a tiny little southern woman working the register. She big energy, little black woman, complete with Southern accent and great sense of humor, probably in her 60s or 70s. She was a real pleasure to talk to... but this is where it is funny.

My gf's daughter said, "I don't eat oatmeal, yuck" as her Mom was eating a small bowl of the McDonald's oatmeal as they waited on the rest of their food.

Said the McDonald's woman, "Oh no, baby, this is GOOD oatmeal. When I was a little girl, we had this stuff that would stick to your throat *pointing to the base of her throat*. It was big. That stuff was BIG!"

Looking at my gf she continued, 'You wouldn't remember the stuff. You're too young. I called that stuff, Welfare oatmeal. It was big and nasty and it stuck, right here in my throat. I'd have to walk 7 miles to school because my Mom would make me eat that welfare oatmeal and if I missed the bus, too bad. I'd have to walk. I think I walked every day to school."

We were laughing.

She continued, 'That was some bad stuff...' and looking at me she said, "you remember, wasn't that stuff nasty?"

I busted out laughing and said I always hated oatmeal and I understood.

We got in the car and I said, "Why do YOU not remember it because you're too young, but *I* do?!"

We keep laughing about it. I suspect the fact I'm evidently old enough to remember 'welfare oatmeal' and she is NOT, is going to come up... for years to come...

Posted by Boudicca at September 18, 2011 09:17 PM

You are too funny. And definitely not old... glad I wasn't with you. ;-)

Posted by: vwbug at September 19, 2011 04:42 AM

46 is not old enough to remember welfare oatmeal. Even 54 is not old enough... ;)

Posted by: pam at September 19, 2011 11:16 AM

The McDonald's oatmeal *is* good oatmeal.

Posted by: Toluca Nole at September 20, 2011 03:54 PM

Humans should not eat oatmeal,. its disgusting. We here in England don't, we feed it to horses, and watch with contempt as the SCots eat it.

But then ive seen scotmen eat cat food 'cos it was cheaper. But then the french eat molluscs, amphibians and insects, and no further comment is required about how disgusting the French are.

Posted by: Richard Lionheart at September 24, 2011 04:36 AM