It’s astounding how my mom can manage to be right, even when she’s wrong.
A couple of days ago we had terrible storms all throughout the southern U.S. It got so bad at home, in fact, that everyone at my mom’s work was made to take cover.
“How long will we be in here?” she asked.
One of her coworkers responded, “Up to forty-five minutes.”
“Uh-uh,” she said, got in her car, and used those forty-five minutes to get home instead.
Now, this may seem like an unwise move on her part, and maybe it was. But as she got closer to the house, the deadly-looking clouds in her rearview mirror got smaller and smaller, and there was nothing but blue skies ahead the whole way.
Her workplace got hit hard, and though no one was hurt (thank the Lord), there was hail damage to nearly everyone’s vehicles. Now I picture her little red car with the sassy, cursive “M” on the front tag, sitting there amidst battered scraps of metal… Perfect and pristine.
I hope to God she doesn’t get mugged.
