Trip No. 3, Gotta find a baordie

I think it was the 2nd day, perhaps the 3rd.
Hey doll, I gotta head to the beach, find some friends.

I hopped in a Route mobile headed into town.
Made it close to town but I remembered I have not seen Big Momma yet.

I gotta see big Momma and the kids.
I had a book bag full of stuff and told the driver
"pull up here mon, one stop.
Nice to get out that Taxi.
These guys really pile the folks in.
4 in the back and 1 (sometimes 2) in the front passenger seat.
Most times the locals just sit, all squished together like it's no big deal.
Here I am, looking all around, turning my head left, right, back to the front.
These locals must think it's my first time.
You gotta have your money ready so you can hand it directly
between the seats, before you get out.

Well, you don't have to, but I just do it that way so the driver can step
on the gas and keep going.

Made it to Moma's house and the kids saw me coming from the Veranda.
They were a little quiet, like there may have been some drama going on.
But, as soon as I started to unzip my bag, the mood changed.
My little boy is growing so much.
In the last few years he may be 5 inches taller and heavier too.

"Are you hungry?" Momma asked,
No, no, I had 3 pancakes 3 fried eggs, a pile of bacon and toast this A.M.
My baby is trying to fatten me up.

We laughed and kicked it a while.
I still did not make it to the beach yet, but soon I was on my way.
I saw a local who rides a motorcycle , so I got a lift up the beach road.
Now the hunt was on.