it's time for me to wax serious on one of these posts today:
My grandparents were total control freaks. They had me watched virtually every second of the day, even at school. They knew everyone in the town, and my g-dad was an uber-elder. Anytime I broke a routine, talked to a member of the opposite sex (even if I asked to borrow something), etc.
I was drving to school one morning and I found a few bucks in the van, so I decided to deviate from my usual route to school to go to McDonald's for a yummy Bacon Egg & Cheese Bisucit (the staple of field service goers in Tennessee). I thought every thing was kosher until I got home from school. Thirty minutes later my g-mom pops in and says, "What were you doing going to McDonald's this morning?" "Oh no, I don't understand, I went straight to school." "No, someone saw you go."
Son of a bitch.
And I can remember this other time I went to Wal-Mart to get a pregnancy test (bc I was messing with a worldly boy on the dl, which was eventually found out as well). I managed to get the test home and waited until late at night to take it. Then I put the test with the box deep in the outside garbage can so I wouldn't be found out (results were negative btw). The very next day when I get home from school, my aunt tells me, "so, are you pregnant or not?"
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