Yesterday, Claypoole Hen was standing right outside the shop. His wife was with him and from what we could see through the plate glass window she was reading him the riot act. Her hands swept up and down and from side to side and her mouth was moving so fast it was just a blur to our vision.
After about fifteen minutes of this browbeating Claypoole came in the shop smiling to beat the band. Seems like he's always a happy guy. Frank Lee, the fellow I've told y'all about speaking his mind, said,
"Claypoole, tell me how you can be so happy after getting dressed down by that woman like that."
"Well," said Claypoole. "I've learned not to let it bother me and she seems to enjoy it so much."
Not a bad attitude if you ask me.
Tales of Harper, short stories and poems
about the fictional town of Harper, Mississippi is available on Amazon Kindle
By all means marry. If you get a good wife you'll be happy; if you get a bad one you'll become a philosopher.
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