With all three of us back in the car, we hit the highway again. For the next twenty minutes, Mom and I had to listen to John, grumbling about how much time we’d lost at the rest stop. Now, I was thinking to myself, if he would have pulled over when I asked him to in the first place and let me go on the side of the road like I did that one time, then we wouldn’t have lost as much time as we ended up losing, but I didn’t dare say what I was thinking.
He went on and on until Mom finally come back with, “For the love of Pete! Would you let it go already?” I’m sure, had she thought it out she wouldn’t have said it like that, but like myself, she was getting really irritated with listening to him go on and on. However, Mom didn’t leave it at that. No, she was caught up in the moment and let him have it with both barrels. “It’s over and done with! I know you might think so, but all the belly aching in the world won’t rollback the hands of time. So cram a sock in it and drive!”