Morals of Mildred

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>> 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.
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>> She made a mistake, however, when she accused Frank, 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 Frank (and several others) that everyone seeing
>> it there would know what he was doing!
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>> Frank, 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 simply said nothing.
>>
>> Later that evening, Frank quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred's house,
>> Walked home... And left it there all night.
>>

Ah, the town gossips.

A while our wives were both away, a mate and I took our teenage daughters out for dinner.
One of the waitresses, a 'friend' of my wife, told her that we had taken a couple of girls to the club while she was away. No doubt she thought she had the inside goss.

Quite a few years ago, when I was separated, I took my sister to a club function, she is 12 years younger than me. It got back to ex wife (now) that I was out someone half my age. :D. That person was most embarrassed when the truth came out.

Yes, people can be such idiots.

2008, I was moving to Darwin from Bundaberg. My girlfriend had gotten a job up there and had flown up a few weeks before. I remained in Bundaberg to sort out a few things then I drove up with her daughter (17 at the time) coming with me for company. I was 48.

Our last night on the road was at the Threeways Roadhouse. We went into the bar/dining room to have dinner. I had a couple of beers before we ordered dinner, every time I went to the bar for a beer, this rather large "bogan" kept staring at me. I just tried to ignore his attention. We ordered our dinner and I had another couple of drinks while we waited, bought a soft drink for the stepdaughter, the usual father and daughter stuff. Our dinner arrived. I was nearly finished eating when over comes our "bogan" friend. He accused me of being a pedophile and heaped all sorts of abuse on me.

Lets just say that a physical altercation resulted, instigated by our bogan friend and finished by me.

I still do not know why he thought we were romantically involved or why he considered himself as the local guardian of morals. It turned out he was also just passing through.

Anyway, thats life

Doug