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 extracurricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused George, 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 George (and several others) that everyone seeing it there would know what he was doing.
George, 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 said nothing.
Later that evening, George quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred’s house… walked home… and left it there all night.
“Y’all come on in. Get yourself an Amurican education. We damn garantee ya when you gradiate….you will get a deploma or dugree that sez you are smart. We done scratched cursive writing from our kurriculum and we are about to take away math and all tests.”