The P.T.A.
By Cheryl R
October 29, 2009
Warning: I think this is considered a songfic, but it’s short. Thanks to Judy for the beta work. Any mistakes are still mine.
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Blair looked at the note in his hand and sighed. He took a quick glance around to make sure no one was following him, or looking at him, or laughing at him. Then he opened the door and went inside.
He put his backpack on the floor by the door. His jacket was dumped on top of it haphazardly. The letter crumpled slightly in his fist before he realized what he was doing. Blair sighed and decided that he couldn’t put off the news any longer. “Mom, I’m home and I have a note. It’s from the P.T.A.”
Naomi looked at her fifteen year old son in concern. She took the crumpled letter from his hand, read it, then placed a hand on his shoulder and led him to the kitchen. “I think this calls for something drastic. Time to hit the hard stuff.”
She crumpled the letter into a loose ball and tossed it on the counter. Then she placed the carob chip cookies on the table while Blair poured the milk. “There’s a meeting today, isn’t there?”
Blair looked at his mom wondering what she was up to. “I think so.”
“Good,” Naomi said militantly. “I need to change clothes.”
“Uh oh,” Blair murmured as he glanced over at the crumpled piece of paper. Some of the words were still visible. ‘short dresses… men… going wild… shouldn’t raise your child…’
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Blair snuck in to the back of the room. He knew that Naomi wouldn’t care if he was there or not, but it was supposed to be ‘adults only’ and if he was caught he’d be tossed out. He was dying to see what Naomi was going to do.
The meeting had been in progress for twenty minutes when Naomi walked in. Her gold lamé mini skirt was the shortest one she owned. The top was similar. All the major parts were covered, barely. She proudly walked up to the front of the room, put her purse down on the table and turned to face the room.
“I’d like to address this P.T.A. meeting. Oh, Bobby… Bobby Taylor. Nice to see you and the missus again. The answer is still no on the date. You can ask me seven more times and the answer will be the same,” she said as she smiled. “And look there’s Mr. Baker. How’s Sally? You know, your secretary. The one who left town suddenly. I noticed that her clothes were a bit tight before she left.
Mrs. Jones, really your figure isn’t all that you think it is… please keep your shades all the way down. I see we’re missing a few faces from the meeting. Too much time at Kelly’s Bar, maybe? And Shirley, nice that you did make it dear, but just an FYI, breath mints alone are not enough to hide the smell of gin.
I look around this room and can’t believe that you people feel you have to right to tell me that I’m not a fit parent. I have changed my mind,” Naomi said. “I no longer feel the need to explain anything to you hypocrites.” She then picked up her purse and walked out of the room, her head held high.
Blair left shortly after Naomi. He had waited to see what was going to happen after Naomi left. He got to listen to a few people splutter while trying to come up with excuses to cover their behavior. ‘What a narrow minded town,” he said, shaking his head in disgust.
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“Hey Naomi… can we talk about that early college enrollment program again?”
The end.
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Feedback is greatly appreciated. Cheryl R.
I want to tell you all a story 'bout a
Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well her daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play
She said, "Mom, I got a note here from the Harper Valley P.T.A."
The note said, "Mrs. Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking and a-runnin' 'round with men and going wild
And we don't believe you ought to be bringing up your little girl this way"
It was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A.
Well, it happened that the P.T.A. was gonna meet that very afternoon
They were sure surprised when Mrs. Johnson wore her mini-skirt into the room
And as she walked up to the blackboard, I still recall the words she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley P.T.A."
Well, there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there and seven times he's asked me for a date
Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use a lot of ice whenever he's away
And Mr. Baker, can you tell us why your secretary had to leave this town?
And shouldn't Widow Jones be told to keep her window shades all pulled completely down?
Well, Mr. Harper couldn't be here 'cause he stayed too long at Kelly's Bar again
And if you smell Shirley Thompson's breath, you'll find she's had a little nip of gin
Then you have the nerve to tell me you think that as a mother I'm not fit
Well, this is just a little
No I wouldn't put you on because it really did, it happened just this way
The day my Mama socked it to the Harper Valley P.T.A.
The day my Mama socked it to the Harper Valley P.T.A.
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