ESCAPING THE PARKING LOT

Leaving the Home Depot Center after a lively night of soccer is always a crap shoot. You never know how long it will take or how organized the parking staff is going to be. Last night was no surprise. Here are some comments heard in the Roderick car. Those present, Scott, Cindy, Addison, Hope, Don and Cherylynn Hurdle.

"Turn on the heat."

"Dad, she's telling you to turn on your headlights."

"Turn off the radio, I'm getting a headache."

"Scott, just push your nose out there."

"Hope, roll up that window, we are in the hood."

"Addison you are not hanging a moon at those people."

"Roll down your window and tell that guy to watch his language, there are little kids everywhere."

"Mom, we're in the hood, that's how they talk here."

"Did you see that guy?"

"That girl can't drive."

"Scott, you are going to hit that car. STOP."

"Cindy, it is not his turn, it will be his fault if I hit him."

"I am so glad we have boys."

"Hope, you take sign language, what sign was that?"

And the comments go on and on. A parking lot the Roderick way.