The Rock

Where do I begin?  I guess this is what you would call an ah-ha moment.  Mom and I were several blocks away from the Bewitched statue, where the lovely photo of me was snapped, when Mom decided to tell me about a rock.  She asked me if we could stop at the Bewitched statue on the way out of town because there was a perfect rock on the ground that she wanted to take home to remember her trip.  I decided that we weren't walking back to get it and thought maybe we could pull over on our way out of town.  I asked about the size of the rock, thinking that it was more of a pebble than rock.  She formed her hands into the shape of the rock and I asked her how we were suppose to take a rock the size of a small melon from the center of town without anyone noticing.  While we were having this conversation it came to me:  the reason my picture sucks is because she was more focused on the rock than taking the photo.

Stealing a rock from the center of town didn't seem like a good option.  I suggested she take one from the cemetary we were walking past. Clearly not understanding me, she informed me she couldn't possibly take a headstone.  I just gave her the look that she captured in the photo.  REALLY?  We came to the Salem Witch Memorial and decided to walk through the garden.  There were two men doing mason work to repair the memorial.  Across the lawn were two white five gallon buckets filled with debris the men had cleaned up.  Mom asked me if the rocks were free, I once again gave her the look and moved along.  She walked past me and I saw her pants.  She looked like a Canadian mountie.  She had stuffed a rather large rock in her pocket.  I was dying!  She realized the pocket was probably not the best place to hide the rock, so she decided to try and shove it in her purse which is the size of Chinese take out container.  I finally grab the rock and put it into my purse. Great, now I have to lug a rock around Salem.  Then it came to her, "I should have taken a rock from Boston."  To which I replied, "Thank God we're not going to Plymouth."