Life is different when you are the first generation of your family with indoor plumbing! Humorous true stories about growing up in rural Missouri and dealing with family vacations, that first kiss and sibling harassment. If any of it looks familiar then maybe you were raised by White Trash too!
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.....We stopped violating the Coke machine so we could hear better. We had to know who was breaking the “no talking in the public bathroom” rule.
“Yeah, what ya need buddy”, now two people were breaking the no talking rule and one was our stepfather!
“Hey Mister, could you wipe me?”
Time stopped as we waited for the answer. After what could have been hours Mom and Becky came out of the adjoining ladies room. Becky’s hair and tee shirt damp. She didn’t care. She heard what we heard and wanted to know the answer, too.
“Did you hear...”, she started but we shushed her by frantically waving our arms at her and strained our ears toward the open space at the top of the bathroom walls.
A little more time passed and, though she was just as curious as we were, Mom ordered us back to the car to wait. A few moments later our father figure joined us in silence and we returned to the highway.
The silence was too much and it was Mom who prodded him to tell the story. “So, how did it go in there?”.
“Fine”, he said studying the road in front of him more than he had the entire trip.
Being the youngest Becky could be more direct. “Did you touch that kids butt!?”
“Yeah,” Bubba added, “Did you wipe his butt? That kids?”
He looked to his right to his partner in life so they could have a moment and he could ignore us. but Mom wanted to know too. “Well?” she asked?