Despite the doom and gloom of church, the mood on board The Booger is on the verge of party mode as the last few stragglers climb the steps. The boys in the back row stomp out a beat while the rest of the bus belts out several different songs at once, competing to be the loudest. As the volume amps up, Brother Bennett steps aboard, with a scowl etched into his face.
“ENOUGH!” he hollers. “Y’ALL AIN’T HERE FOR A GOOD TIME!”
Silence falls on everyone in the bus, and we all seem to shrink into our seats as Brother Bennett glares at us.
“It seems some of y’all ain’t too good at listening. What did I say about talking in church? What did I tell y’all?” He glances around, but no one responds. “Oh, now y’all got nothing to say. How about that? Sounds like it’s time for an old-fashioned reminde
