There she was, in all her disheveled and irrational glory. Dressed in nothing but her bra and underwear, screaming at the top of her lungs. Pacing outside her tent in a sold out public campground. And the obnoxious wind, that friend that never really could keep a secret, carrying her voice through the trees. Curse words flying to and fro, doing their undeniable damage. Her daughter continuing, incredibly, to argue back.
Welcome to the sh!t show...