It's amazing just how close we can come to death, without even knowing it.....
Let me set the scene,,,,last weekend, my teenage daughter had several friends over for a combonation bon-fire and sleep over. (special event where boys are allowed, outside, and I can stalk (I mean watch) them from the porch. At 11:00, boys are gone, and the girls come in and have a sleep over.
The sleep overs used to be pj's, magazines, make-up, popcorn, etc.....when she was little. Now, it's sweat suits and this pack of dainty emerging womanhood, descend on my pantry and kitchen like locust, eating anything that's not nailed down becuase they have not eaten while the boys were there...... then they hit puter, the phone, the text, etc.,,,,and talk until the wee hours. I always wake the next morning to find every cabinet open, TV on, and no dishes left in clean in the house. (This time, I even caught three of them eating an ice cream sundae, in a soup toureen.)
As normal, the party broke up through the day, and that evening and the next day were spent with the same girls coming back over to retrieve the belongings they had left behind.
Tonight, the doorbell rang, and I was facing a highway patrol officer. No matter how good you live your life, or how good you are driving, the sight of these guys or their car, makes you question if your actions are lawful. He introduced himself as "TROOPER SMITH". This was not getting any better, as the formality kept the tone very short. He explained that he was here to retreive his daughters belongings. (WHEW).....
I quickly reverted into small talk as I invited him into the foyer and walked over to the bench to begin going through the plastic grocery bags of the girls stuff that I had packed up. (IT's almost like halloween.)
"OH, I've never met you, but your wife speaks of you at the school when I see her, nice to meet you. You have a lovely daughter, and she's very well mannered. I know you are probably excited that she is graduated and turned 18. Let's see, here is the cheerleader uniform she was wearing, and I think these are her undergarments and bathing suit. It was quite a little party after the boys left."
I turned to face him, and I swear he had his hand on his weapon,,,,,,my expression must have changed, and I knew his had.....
Then he said,,,,"What party? I was told to just pick up my daughters things here, from your daughter. And my daughter is not a cheerleader, so why was she dressed up like one?"
(DANGER WILL ROGERS, DANGER WILL ROGERS)......
I explained that the girls had been here for the slumber party and bon fire. He thought it was a quiet sleep over listen to music. (FREAKING TEENAGE GIRLS)
I invited him in, offered him a soda, and we had a long talk about his daughter AMANDA SMITH, and the cheerleader, JESSICA SMITH,,,,,,,(confusion in last names, and we laughed),,, We talked a little while, when my phone rang, and it was my daughter calling.
I slipped the phone onto speaker, and let her tell me a little about her day. Then I asked her what Amanda Smith, (the trooper's daughter) had told her parents about the party. My daughter said she didn't know, but that Amanda was right there, she would put her on speaker. (sometimes technology works).....
I asked the question again, and was told that her parenets knew about the party, the boys, and the big sleep over. So I asked if she had told both her parents or just her mom. Why both of course.
"We are on the way home" was the only response I got when I informed them that Trooper Smith was on speaker with me, and that there seemed to be some confusioin.
Both dad's agreed,,,,, we have to help each other out,,,,cause these teenage girls is dangerous.
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