One beautiful June afternoon, Mother found herself at loose ends. A bit miffed that everyone else had plans that didn’t include her she decided to take the high road and visit The American Rose Center. She strolled around for a while, thinking how cute she must look in her floppy garden hat with its silk roses, neat denim shorts and socks dyed to match her shirt. She thought she must be about the cutest thing around with no one there to see her.
Happily, she noticed a quaint little chapel with welcoming doors thrown wide open. Lush roses bloomed on either side of the doors. “Oh ! They’re having some kind of program. How nice.”. She took a seat on the left front pew, hoping there would be good music. After a while, the speaker wandered to the front. In rapid succession, Well-dressed people started taking their seats. As proud as she’d been of her outfit earlier, she started to feel a bit underdressed in her shorts and sneakers. It finally occurred to her when the mother of the bride was escorted down the aisle by an usher. The lady gave Mother a hard look as she was seated behind the interloper. Mother scurried toward the back of the chapel as the organist began the Wedding March. She tried to be invisible in the corner till the bridal party took their places at the altar
Mother said they were the most unfriendly family she’d ever seen!
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