by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
I was so mad I could spit. "Look at that, Herb! It’s me!"
"It ain’t you. You’re shaped like an egg. That gal’s more of a cantaloupe."
"Who else has got a purse like that?"
"Anybody who shops at Walmart. Besides, you’d have known if they were filmin’ you."
"It could of been one of them long distance lens. I’m tellin’ you