I swear, Randy, you are the laziest man I ever seen. You sit there on the hot porch and you won’t even bother to fan yourself.
Why I should fan myself, Mama, when I got this here cold beer you brung me? And thanks, by the way. If you happen past the kitchen, maybe get me another?
If I wasn’t sure you were my son I’d wonder where you got such a powerful ease.
Mama, one of us working so hard should please the Lord enough to smile.
Why don’t you at least fix up that fan like you promise?
Make him work for his beer.
I loved the way you used the dialogue to characterise this mother and son. Well done.
Susan A Eames at
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Lazy ass
What a lazy SOB. Kid probably has a nightstand full of beer bottles. You really captured this pair.
What lovely voices you’ve found for the characters! More, please, more!
Ha ha ha ha ha. I love, love, love the title of this story…and the character voices of course.
Wonderful snapshot of a not-unusual relationship. The son is a user, the mother an enabler. My response would have been, “Get up, get cleaned up, go find a job. And get your own beer somewhere else. I’m not paying for it anymore.”
I see this situation way too often in my counseling office. Believe me, if you’re in it, it’s not a bit funny.
He’s never going to shape up is he? Good story,
Great dialogue between the characters.
Ha! Ha! I think Mama is still going to carry on pampering him.
Fabulous dialogue! I can see a huge and tired mama watching her lazy son sitting on the porch…
Great voices and logic in this
Oh, boy, I can relate to Mamma. She needs to kick that boy in the butt and off the porch.