My Mom lived on the outer edge of the territory so she as always getting "pop-in" visits for the restroom or a little time after coffee break. She was a study for many years and loved to talk so she could be counted on for a half hour-hour of time. One day at home, someone was making toast and left the toaster unattended. The darn thing caught fire and my mom opened the door and threw it out burnt toast and all. She screamed and swore at us then stopped abruptly. A car group pulled up and a local elder and ms came to the door. My brother and I were laughing hysterically as my mother talked to them on the front porch. They all ignored the scorched toast and the smoking toaster littering the front yard.
They didn't stop by for a while. The next time they did my Dad was complaining that he didn't want anymore crockpot meals. My Mom (who can't really cook, but tries) took offense. She swore at my Dad and threw the crockpot full of roastbeef and potatoes out the front door. She nearly hit another elder and his wife who stopped by while out in service. They just stepped over the mess and spent 15 minutes talking about the fruit of the spirit.