Well, sorry chillen's but Aunty is on intermission so I can see to all that needs seein' to wif' Granny Cracker--we's back to the hospital.
Last night while we spent 6 hours in the ER they wouldn't let her eat a thang. So by the time they released her at midnight- thirty she was powerful hongry. Next than I knowed she was halucinatin' 'bout a hot plate of Macaroni and Cheese.
"Whar's we gonna git some mac an' cheese when they let me outa heah?"
Well, Granny, I tole her, ain't no place open this late that sells no mac an' cheese.
"Ain't that a shame!"
After a moment she said, "Let's open us a Mac 'N Go. Think of all the folks who is hankerin' fer Mac at at Midnight."
When I 'splained how some folks hankerin' fer Mac at midnight warn't thinkin' about cheese Mac, she din't even blush. "I'se thinkin' we'd be open at the Mac 'N Go Depot only from 11pm til dawn-thirty. Sell one item: Mac an' cheese. Thas' all."
I as't her, "Ya think thar's enough folks out that time of night that would stop in fer a plate of yore special secret macaroni and cheese?"
She started tickin' off her customers:
"Well, now.....all those of us kept starvin in the ER, an the EMT folks is honry all night drivin' ambulances. Then natcherly the folks let out the drunk tank will be famished...why all the
po-licemen is big eaters. 'Course taxi drivers would line up at the take out window fer a fill-up..."
So soon as the cardiologists let her off the ER chain, look out fer Granny's Mac 'N Go Depot.