Going the distance normally involved doing things that were either a) hard or b) dangerous, and at the moment she wasn’t really in the mood for either.
Going the distance normally involved doing things that were either a) hard or b) dangerous, and at the moment Beth wasn’t really in the mood for either. But, it wasn’t like she had a choice, either. Nope. She was locked in. She’d stupidly agreed and signed all the forms. She was an idiot.
Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her noise canceling headphones around her neck and climbed the stairs. As she reached the top, her gaze dropped to the three cases of Monster energy drink then rose to meet the eyes of the woman who’d talked her into this nightmare.
“Seriously?” Beth asked, glancing down at the cans of liquid asshole.
The other woman smiled the tight, pained smile of the unbelievably furious and nodded sharply. “Yep. Braydon’s dad brought them when he dropped off Braydon.”
Motherfucker. Who brings three cases of of Monster on an eighth grade bus trip to Washington DC? Theasshole parent who volunteered to chaperone, then bailed leaving them one parent short.
“Take your seat,” the driver muttered, looking longingly at the stacked flats of cans.
Beth moved down the aisle looking for an empty seat to a chorus of “Hi, Mrs. Kevin’s Mommy.”
“That’s Ms. Kevin’s Mommy,” Kevin corrected.
The unmistakable sound of a can of Monster being cracked open caught the attention of nearly every kid on the bus. And some little shit close to the front started passing out cans. Yep. This trip was gonna suck. And one way or another, Braydon’s dad was gonna pay.
That’s it for me, today. My girl, Norris, is the only other one with a post this week, so be sure to check hers out by clicking on her name.
4 thoughts on “Promptly Penned: Going the Distance”
I almost – nah! Not even! – feel sorry for Braydon’s dad. He is so . . .
On behalf of field trip parents everywhere, that dude needs to be in charge of a field trip bus of over-caffeinated, sugared up kids. 😀
LOL… that would be the trip from hell. I have a bad feeling this might be based on true events, lol.
Dude, one year a mom sent her sixth grader with four cans of Monster on the Mackinac Island field trip. He slammed two on the six-hour trip there and two on the six-hour trip back. I nearly killed him.