Mildred, the church gossip, and self-appointed monitor of the church's
morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business.
Several members did not approve of her extra curricular activities, but
feared her enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused George, a new member,
of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the
town's only bar one afternoon.
She emphatically told George and several others that everyone seeing it
there would know what he was doing.
George, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned
and walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny. He said nothing.
Later that evening, George quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred's
house...walked home....and left it there all night.
Don't ya just love ol' George . . .
morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business.
Several members did not approve of her extra curricular activities, but
feared her enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused George, a new member,
of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the
town's only bar one afternoon.
She emphatically told George and several others that everyone seeing it
there would know what he was doing.
George, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned
and walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny. He said nothing.
Later that evening, George quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred's
house...walked home....and left it there all night.
Don't ya just love ol' George . . .
