December 10, 2003
One of the drawbacks of being from South Carolina is that I am related to people with names like Bubba. Bubba, my mother's half-brother, was kicked out of the Citadel, South Carolina's military college, which should tell you all you need to know.
When I was a small child, my parents occasionally left me in the care of Bubba and my other uncle, Billy. (Billy was Bubba's half-brother but not my mother's brother—my grandmother was married nine times before she died, which is a tale for another day.) I loved it when Bubba and Billy babysat, because it meant that we ate no actual food, subsisting on a diet of ice cream and marshmallow fluff. This was apparently not enough of an incentive for Bubba and Billy, though; eventually they decided they'd had enough of having me foisted upon them, and hatched a plot.
The next time my parents came home from a weekend away, having left me in my uncles' tender care—I believe I was three or four—Billy and Bubba suggested that we all go out for lunch. On the way there, Billy and Bubba said, "Hey, Faustus, why don't you sing your mom and dad the song we taught you?"
I burst spontaneously into a beautifully executed rendition of "Dixie" and my civil rights worker parents just about had a stroke.
Then we got to the restaurant, and when it came time to give my drink order, I asked for beer (which is what Bubba and Billy had told me Mountain Dew was really called).
But the coup de grâce came in the form of the following conversation, for which I'd learned my lines as instructed:
Bubba: "Hey, Faustus, what do you like?"
Faustus: "Dumb broads."
Bubba: "Why?"
Faustus: "'Cause they don't tell."
Billy and Bubba never had to babysit for me again.
In fact, I believe it was several years before they were allowed within thirty feet of me.
Posted by Faustus, MD at 02:30 PM
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Comments
1) Jalal said (on 12/10/03 at 03:32 PM):
So you were not left alone in a shopping mall for one hour. In Pakistan that means DEFINITELY getting abducted or kidnapped which I shockingly didnt.
2) sam said (on 12/11/03 at 12:19 AM):
That is too Southern for words. Hi-larious
3) jadedju said (on 12/11/03 at 12:20 AM):
My relatives just pinched my cheeks and asked me when I was getting married. Now I'm really disappointed.
4) David said (on 12/11/03 at 09:17 AM):
Maybe you should marry someone named Bubba.
5) Anonymous said (on 12/11/03 at 10:57 AM):
Faustus - Nice site. I was cruising by and was pulled in by the words, Bubba, beer and dumb broad. Good luck finding a date.
6) Wayne said (on 12/11/03 at 12:24 PM):
Oh dear. But the two guys sounded pretty cool. :) Heh.
7) matt said (on 12/11/03 at 02:49 PM):
And all these years later you're still a sucker for beer and dumb broads.
Actually, the most telling feature of this story is that you were such a committed performer at the age of four. Some things never change :)
8) Scott said (on 12/11/03 at 03:44 PM):
Hilarious!
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