Charles

 Late one night we heard a loud noise and peeking out the front windows we saw that a semi truck had made a wrong turn and ended up down our little circle and could not get out. Then the poor driver, Charles,  proceeded to try to turn the truck around. Well, this did not go as planned and things got real tricky.  Apparently, the 18-wheeler (carrying a full load of sheet rock was making a delivery to HD) could not pull it off, so poor Charles had to wait to have an expensive wrecker (big tow truck) bail him out. We were spying through the window, but by the end of the night we, along with Pete and Andy were outside cheering poor Charles on as the truck finally made it out. Of course my Mom basically bore her testimony to Charles, about how all would be well and to not fret. She asked him whole-heartedly what she could do for him (at nearly midnight) and he looked back and said, "Well, I really just need a cigarette." Sweet Carolyn looked back with her genuine gaze and replied, "Oh Charles, If only I weren't blocked in by your truck, I could get you a cigarette." She also found out that it was his first week on the job. Poor Charles. Ben and I were standing there trying our hardest to keep straight faces during the conversation. Classic moment with Mom.