We had our dinner show tonight. There was a white car periodically pulling into peoples driveways and parking off the side of the road driven by a very emotionally and vocal woman who was trying to get her son back into the car. She would pull into the driveway, get out of the car and scream for her son to get in the car followed by references to the Lord and several fainting spells, usually in the middle of the road, resulting in proclaiming that she was dying at the hands of an ungrateful son. Not to mention the cars squelching to a halt, trying not to hit this woman lying in the road.
This went on for our viewing area for almost 40 minutes but with one of the joys of living in the country side, away from the city, is the fact that everyone was on the phone retelling the story of this mother’s struggles as house by house everyone was watching this event taking place with an open understanding of the problems of raising a teenager, the concern for her safety and a phone in the hand dialing up the next house up the road so they could get a good seating for the afternoon traveling show while thanking their blessings it’s not their kids doing this to them.
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