The Last to Leave

I wrote before about Mom's philosophy, "Early = On Time."

It didn't extend to leaving places early. Especially church.
We were almost always early, like I wrote previously. Well, she knew everyone (or so it seemed). And everyone knew her. So she would talk to them. And they would talk to her.

In the process of all this talking people would meander (slooooowly) toward the exits. Meanwhile us kids (or maybe just me) would be shifting from foot to foot, getting more impatient by the minute, waiting and waiting and WAITING for her to be done.

I would think to myself, "If I ever have children I'm NOT gonna do this to them!"

Riiiiiiiight. Ask my almost-9-year-old how often we leave immediately after the church service, and she'd probably say, "Never!"

Mirror, mirror, on the wall - I've become my mother after all!
(Don't worry; this is a good thing if true. Actually, a great thing.)