Hot Dog Anger!

Well, I was 18. it was June 1976. I had graduated from High School. I was talking on the phone (have no idea to who) about something incredibly important I am sure. (Yeah right). Mom was getting ready to go somewhere and before she left she said to me, Make jello for dinner tonight and don't get into the hot dogs they are also for dinner. Then she left. Well, I continued on with my conversation, and in the process got hungry. As some of you may remember the phone cord was really long. Long enough that I did not have to miss a word while I proceeded to open the package of hot dogs, cook a couple and eat them. Mom returned - I was still on the phone- but not for long. She asked where the jello was. "What Jello" I exclaimed. She looked at me incrediously. Then she noted the open package of hot dogs! you would have thought that the last morsel of food in the house had been eaten. Well, words were exchanged at a fast rate and a high pitch and I knew that I had better head for the hills. In one swooping motion I grabed my purse and headed out the door and into my car. Mom was following close behind. I got into my car, backed out and started up the lane....about the time that I was crossing the bridge by Sear's fence I felt something hit me in the side of the face but I didn't stop to find out what. I left, and drove to Doug's house. (he was the guy I was dating at the time). When I arrived at his house he came out and opened my door....and out fell a hot dog!. I stayed away for a few days at which time I camped out on the couch at Joe & Chris's house on Aloha in Sandy.