No, this was not President Trump’s final retort, to Jim Acosta, during the donnybrook in the East Room. But, if you read this little tale, you may find the phase on your lips at socially delicate moments. I report it just as my father tells it. Use with caution, my friends.

A Tale from My Father: The Inquisitive Postmistress

My home township in Pennsylvania had three crossroads villages, each with a general store. Each store had its own personality. The staff was typically small, two or three persons. It would offer canned and dry groceries, plus milk, sodas, and such. I remember the red letter day, in the late 1940’s, when one of them acquired an open top, floor model freezer, and offered, for the first time, Birdseye frozen vegetables.