Giggity

Last September during one of my weekly pilgrimages to Walmart I couldn’t help but notice that the older lady in line behind me had an entire shopping cart filled with nothing except vegetable oil. 48 oz. bottles, front to back, side to side , two layers deep. Never being one to let common courtesy get in the way of curiosity, I looked at her cart then at her and said, “Looks like you’re going to be doing a lot of frying”. “Yep.” was her curt reply. Rather than shut me up, her one word answer piqued my interest even more. “Fish fry at the family reunion?” I asked. Granny shot me a toothless grin and said, “Giggin’ season starts tonight. Gotta be ready.”