
(a soap opera)
Cindy entered the office shouting, "High five, girl! That was awesome. You just said what everybody's wanted to say to that guy for years."
Charmaine was sitting with her head down at Trudy's desk and unenthusiastically turned to "high five" her.
Seeing that she was crying again Cindy asked, "What's wrong now?'
"I hate that I got so upset - my mother raised me to respect my elders," was all she would say.
What Cindy did not understand was the way Charmaine had been brought up. Her mother was a portly, chain-smoking, mustachoed, schizophrenic, globe-trotting Jehovah's Witness missionary who posessed a penchant for Parliments, Popoff, pastries, piety, paisley, parties, pontificating and pineapple pot pourri. Needless to say, any child raised in such a home would be doomed to confusion and Charmaine was no exception.
TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF MY V.I.!
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