The new teenage Agnst with Royalty

My sister Kelly and I noticed at the fair a pretty interesting phenomenon.

Down in front of us three rows in a growingly impacted crowd a group of three 16 year old boys had saved a pretty large section of seats by "spreading out." Nothing too unusual about this until the female "royalty" arrived. You know the royalty.. that group of "popular" mostly blonde girls that float through their lives with every privilege and whose main preoccupation is the maintenance of their beauty. When these girls arrived.. all 7 of them in their identical blonde coiffures, the waves parted and suddenly their were plenty of seats in the "boy row." The girls lasted two songs of Charlie Daniels and they were off.. again moving over all the older audience members on their way to the aisle and out of the concert. I mentioned the royal status.. and Kelly confirmed.. she said you know why they are the royals? The size of the group and no attached boys to the arms or shoulders of the girls.

Last night Sue and I took the trip to Atwater for the fireworks scene. 5 dollars a car.. they turned the soccer field into the parking lot. The operative word is car.

We got out of the truck and headed for the bowl area of the parking lot. Their we joined a nice group of families with little kids stretched out in jammies and ready for the show. It was a perfect scene reminiscent of the family trip to the drive in shows in the summer when the double feature included Pollyanna and Summer Magic. The day was hot, but the night in Atwater was just right. The fireworks were wonderful but as expected it was a long wait to get out of the parking lot and on to the street to get home.

We sat in the car and watched the royalty in action next to our truck. A Honda civic with the requisite spoiler was parked next to us. The occupants were four tennage boys about 17. They were having a good time and staying out of trouble.. when along came the blonde royalty. Four damsels in distress.. or sort of.

They were determined and rightly so due to their status.. that they were going to go to a party or home with these boys. Four boys, four blonde girls all trying to get out of the fireworks show together in a honda civic. A Honda civic is not a 7 passenger car.

All of us real adults know that this really is not a possiblity. The VW never taveled when the half generation before ours crammed in. The telephone booth did not need to meeet the CHP with all its jammed occupants. So to get all of the royalty and the boys that brought the car could jam into the Honda civic but to move it down the road..

One royalty member started to organize the task. We can have the guys in the back have girls sit on their laps.. I don't want a guy sitting on my lap she said.. so it will have to be like that.

Then their was the problem of the purses. How will the girls organize their purses?

The guys who were the owners of the car were thinking about the problem in another way. Their can be people facing sideways that can sit with their knees up. Oh with that much more wait the car will be too low to get over the speed bumps.

Finally a solution was reached by the queen and her court. A guy that came would walk out and they would pick him up after they dropped off one of the queen's attendants nearby. So even though he came with the car, he agreed and the royalty had a ride out fo the parking lot.. or so it seemed.

It must suck to be royalty.. ha

: ) Pat