I grew up in the smallest of small towns. We didn’t have a grocery store, but our small restaurant sold milk, bread, and canned goods. It also sold candy, beer, and worms, as many of the customers were fishermen heading down to the river to catch a few and have some brews. If you’re in the area, you can still stop in for some biscuits and gravy or a bomb ass burger.
Mom just laughed, and then pulled herself together to listen to me recount my day. It took me quite a few years to understand what exactly was so funny, and also why Tommy’s mom never did get herself together and consistently get me my cash on time. Hopefully she’ll be more responsible when my kids start losing their teeth. Somehow, I doubt it.