The Bounder

She drove faster and faster as her tummy began to produce butterflies and gurgled in complaint. All she could think of was that stupid gate at the end of the driveway. Wondering how she was going to make it.

She had her daughter open the gate, tempted to just keep driving up to the house as she wiggled in her seat. But the girl’s friend was in the back seat and she didn’t want to seem rude.

Her daughter was taking her time as she swung open the gate, leaving it open for her husband to come up later. The girl climbed back in the car and she punched the gas pedal, driving up the hill as fast as she could.

She didn’t bother to wait for the girls to get out of the car and began jogging up the many stairs to the house. Why oh why did they have so many stairs? As she bounded up the stairs she began backfiring; stuttering loudly with each step she took.

To her embarrassment she looked back to the car to find her daughter laughing hysterically and the friend looking on in shock. That was the last thing she remembered as she ran into the house.

Note: Events of this story may or may not have been embellished slightly. Names have been omitted to protect the embarrassed!

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