In spite of her name, Sweetie Mae Brown was the meanest woman in Sugar Shack, Mississippi. She was big as a linebacker. She once picked Scooter Davis, who was six feet tall and at least 250 up by the back of his neck like a mother cat would do to one of her kittens, and tossed him off her porch. She had beaten up on her last three husbands and was currently scouting for number four.
The men in town lived in fear that she would put her roving eye upon them. The women in town gave her a wide berth because she had accused them of wanting her husbands when she had them. Yeah, Sweetie Mae was a mean one. Mothers would use her name as a threat to keep wayward children in line. The religious would do the cross when she walked passed them. She lived in a raggedly shack on Dead End Lane. It didn't matter how hard the sun was shining in town, there was no light on Dead End Lane.
Spooky looking trees surrounded her house and seemed to reach out and grab at you if you had the misfortune to walk pass. No one wanted to tangle with old Sweet Mae. Every night, she would leave her shack and go to one the local juke joints and get her drink on. Her favorite drink was Jack Daniel's, no chaser. After slugging down a few rounds, drunk and ignorant, she would proceed to harass anyone who took her fancy.
One night it was poor Charlie Jones, whose only crime was to politely decline her request for a dance. Before Charlie knew what hit him, she had him trussed up like a hog for the slaughtering. Tossing him over her back, she threw him into the garbage can in the back of the joint. Everyone stared and then started drinking. Nobody in his or her right mind tangled with Sweetie Mae when she was drunk. They had come to think of Sweetie Mae as the nightly entertainment.Yes, this how Sweetie Mae rolled. She terrorized the citizens of Sugar Shack like this on a regular basis until the night she meet her match. It was a typical night at Papa Charlie's Bar & Grill, her favorite joint and Sweetie had just downed a pint of Jack Daniel's when a stranger walked in. She was a pretty, petite thing with big brown eyes and a confident attitude so she immediately took everyone's attention when she walked in and sat down. Especially Sweetie Mae. She hated women like her, with her womanly ways and little body. How dared she come in her spot and take the spotlight!
With Sweetie's eye on her, the young lady sat down. A gentleman asked her if she wanted to dance. Since he was a cutie, she said yes, and to the small cramped dance floor they went. Sweetie Mae's eyes got big. That broad was dancing with Cletus Taylor, her future husband! Of course, Cletus had no clue about this, but it didn't matter. She had marked him as her own and for that, that chick was about to get beat down! They were getting their dance on something serious when Sweetie Mae came up behind the girl, grabbing her by the arm. "Look little girl, this is my man and no one messes with with Sweetie Mae Brown's man!" she snarled down at the girl. There was complete silence in the bar. Cletus didn't say a word. He didn't want to be trussed up like poor Charlie. To everyone's amazement, petite drew herself up and snapped back,
"He told me he didn't have no woman, and I know a man-looking broad like you is not his woman!" The crowd watched in silent, thrilled amazement. Petite had game! Sweetie Mae's mouth fell open. She couldn't believe this little sawed off broad was talking crazy to her, Sweetie Mae Brown, the meanest chick in town.
With a quick move of her hand, she slapped the girl, knocking her against the bar. With only survival on her mind, the girl grabbed the nearest bar stool and started to beat the hell out of Sweetie like she stole her last pair of panties. Old Sweetie was laid out on the floor, with drool running out her mouth. Making her way to the entrance, the girl ran out and jumped in her car, speeding off into the night, never understanding the magnitude of what happened. The patrons of the bar cheered like crazy. Sweetie Mae had finally gotten her ass kicked! Sweetie Mae slowly got up from the floor, tears of humiliation running down her face. Oh the shame of it all! Her butt kicked by a girl who was five feet tall and a hundred pounds soaking wet! She would never live it down! She slunk from the bar, with her head hanging down, never to be seen by the citizens of Sugar Shack again.