Little Socar over at Rattys Ghost has a funny little story
about a time when she was little.
One of my mother's friends was over with her sons, and we were all playing soldiers in the back yard. The elder boy, Erik, had drawn little swastikas on pieces of paper, and we were wearing them pinned to our sleeves. I don't think any of us knew what they signified.
Later that afternoon, our mothers decided they wanted to go shopping, so we were all packed into the car and driven to the local mall. Nobody had noticed the swastikas on our arms, though, so we still had them on there. We followed our mothers through shop after shop, making a lot of noise so that everyone was looking at us. People kept curling their lips and raising their eyebrows, but I thought they were just annoyed about the ruckus. Then, this old lady with her eyebrows in a V came over and started shouting at our mothers, pointing at us and yelling...
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Her stories are great and very well written and it is worth your time to browse through some of the hilarious endeavors she's faced as she strives to become a successful artist.