Low Standards

~This is probably one of my favorite stories about my aunt D’Kay, who was, by far, the weird one in the family~

I was about 16 or so.

Mom, D’Kay and I were headed out to eat, riding inMom’s lincoln.

Mom was ranting about something, I dont fully remember, but she was in good form, swearing like a sailor…

And then she blurted out, “I like led zepplin and the beatles… and you like redneck music, how the hell are we best friends?”

D’Kay paused for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders, and said, “because I have low standards,” that shut Mom up good…

And I nearly had Dr Pepper come out my nose.