Greta was outraged. Her oldest son was completely excited about going to prom with the girl of his dreams. He had carefully picked out a corsage for her wrist, and immaculately dressed in a suit and tie.
Just before he was to go pick up his girl, he received a text. Looking over it, he closed his eyes, set the phone down on the counter, going to his room and locked the door. Greta was surprised, as he said nothing after reading the text. She looked at the door, then went over to pick up the phone. He had not locked it, so she opened the screen to see what was going on.
Apparently, his "dream girl" waited until the last minute to dump him for the football captain. She wasn't particularly nice about it either. It was short, sweet and to the point. Greta couldn't believe the audacity of the girl. All her boy wanted was to go to prom and have a good time. This was just beyond the pale.
About 9:30 pm, her son still hadn't left the room, Greta decided to take matters into her own hands. She figured the kids were still at the dance, and she headed to the high school. She brought a baseball bat and a gun with her. She would avenge her child one way or the other.
While in the parking lot, she saw some shadows in a parked car. She quietly came up to the car and found "dream girl" and Football Captain making out, hot and heavy, steaming up the windows of the car. Without hesitation, Greta opened the car door, startling both of them.
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