“That was the most epic tantrum I have ever seen,” Jed said as we walked back up our driveway. I was still too shocked to say anything at all. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen.
Our neighbor had totally just lost his mind on his dog and car all at the same time. And nobody really knew why. We had been in the middle of a block party when Austin suddenly started screaming. Everyone had been talking happily, but slowly turned to stare at him.
At first, he had just been talking loudly and kicking his tire, but when his talking turned to curse words and his focus turned to his rescue dog, several of the me on the street stepped in. That’s when Austin really started to lose it. I turned to Jed to see if he had any idea and he quickly picked a football out of the nearest truck and punted it to the end of the cul-de-sac.
“Prize for whoever gets to football first!” He yelled as he took off running. Most of the boys ran after him. But most – like me – were rooted to our spots. I had never heard Austin talk before, much less yell. Especially at his dog. I wondered how long it would be before someone took his dog away from him. And from everything I heard, his tantrum all had to do with having too much ketchup on his hot dog. The ketchup he put on himself.