Texan summer adventures continued...

Oh, Roanne. Why? It started when my plans all went to shit. I was going to spend four days with my best friend in Texas, Candace, but turned out she had to work. So, my mom pipes in,
" You can stay with me at Roanne's house. I'm sure she wont mind."
I guess I was a little disappointed, but better than nothing. We meet Roanne at a restaurant. Okay, everything's fine. Until we get into Roanne's van ( of course she has a fuckin' van), and proceed to be driven around the parking lot of a mall for fifteendamn minutes. Why? Ask Roanne. My mom's playin' cool, asking questions, being polite. BUt I know she's thinking the same thing I am. Get me the fuck out of here! Well, personally, I'm a visual person, so I was literally visualizing flinging my body out of the van door, my mangled body scraping and rolling down the street with a smile of sweet relief on my face. I hear my mother say,
"Oh, look, the old AMC."
Oh, God, no mom! Don't mention buildings, she drive around them five times. To heighten my terror, Roanne says she has to make a trip to the grociery store. Oh, fuck me in the ass fantastic. We stood in the bread section for ten minutes. I know because I timed it. Eventually I ran off to "find some contact solution". I skipped with glee, from escaping. I met up wityh my mo, and we jumped up and down and giggled like little girls at a sleep over after prank calling our crushes. I took the time to call Candace and beg her to let me wait at her house. She laughed and elt me. She had taken piano lessons from Roanne for three years. Candace understood.