Southport Squealer, Part Deux: The terrible, horrible, no good very bad night of fireworks

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July 23, 2007

The terrible, horrible, no good very bad night of fireworks

The newspaper in my hometown is always good for a laugh every now and then. Here is a great letter to the editor. This would have been a good letter, except the writer doesn't even propose a solution. Usually these letters end with a suggestion, like "they ought to put those guys in jail!" Here, there's nothing.

To the Editor:

My mom and I were looking for some friends I knew at the fairgrounds because my sister Emma was on vacation. We go over by the rides because a lot of my friends like them. There was a group of teenagers about around the ages of 14 to 15.

I looked at my mom pointed and said “Mom how old are they?” She replied “not old enough!” At first we thought they were just smoking cigarettes, but when we got closer we saw they were smoking pot! Hopefully, the cops driving by saw them.

Later on, we went to get out our chairs and sit on the top the hill where our car was. We looked at the people on the hill setting back up their stuff after the rain. We saw a couple right above our tarp on the hill making out and popping each others zits. Gross! They were the same people who pulled out our pegs holding our tarp so their kids wouldn’t trip.

Finally it was 9:30 p.m. a half an hour until the fire works started.

My mom went up by the car to smoke, and so she leaned against the front of our Blazer. Soon the car started to shake. She walked to the back to see what as going on. There were people sitting on the back of our car. So she was intimidated by them because they were big men she didn’t want to tell them to get off.

I think we should sit in a different area next year.

entry no. 916
Posted by oz115 at July 23, 2007 01:44 PM


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