Sally Webster finally gets what she deserves

 

Sally Webster finally gets what she deserves

Sally Webster had managed to avoid mess for years and years. Her daughters and their partners had been messed many times. Sally could sometimes play the role of being an annoying, nagging wife or mother. This was mainly comedic. Her daughters decided that it was Sally’s turn to be on the receiving end. There were many people on Coronation Street that would love to see that happen to her. There were times when she got into arguments with other people over small and large things. She could be a little bossy and judgemental at times. She sometimes seemed to think that she was a little bit above other people on the street. This resulted in creating a lot of people that were willing to help her daughters out.

They lured her to the pub by saying that they had a special tribute planned in her honour. They told her that they wanted to ensure that they saw that she got exactly what she deserved. Playing to her vanity was a very shrewd strategy. There was no way that she would pass that up. Everyone gathered in the Rovers, all knowing what was planned for Sally. Everyone eagerly awaited the big moment, including Sally. She loved being the centre of attention.

The girls got up and made a little speech. “Mum,” they said,” We are here today in your honour. Today we wanted to do something for you that you truly, truly deserve. You have done so much for so many and we just wanted to pay you back.” She looked very excited. She held her hand to her heart. She looked touched. “Oh yes, you deserve this more than anyone we can think of.” They then grabbed a gigantic bowl that happened to be filled with custard and pushed it over onto Sally’s head, dumping it all over her face and head. She was mortified. Her eyes and mouth widened. She gasped in shock. Everyone else erupted in a chorus of cheers and laughter. Having the custard dumped on her was bad, being the brunt of everyone’s laughter was even worse.

The girls then took pies and slammed them into her face, smashing the pies all over her face and her short blonde hair. They laughed as they creamed their Mum. They then took cans of baked beans and dumped them all over her head. The beans ran down her hair, down her cheeks and her neck. She frowned and scowled. The pub goers chanted her name, taunting her. They were relishing every moment of this. Beans poured down her large chest and body, sticking all over her.

They then emptied cans of spaghetti hoops, mushy peas, hot dogs and beans and macaroni and cheese over her head. She was soon covered in rotten canned goods. Blobs of multi coloured mess rolled down her face and body. Her hair, face and chest were completely covered in the array of mess. She grimaced. The mess was disgusting and smelled as such.

She was mortified. “Mum, you really deserve this. With all our heart,” her daughters told her. “You… you…you little so and so’s,” she chirped. She was very annoyed. She stood up and angrily marched off out of the pub as everyone jeered her and chanted her name.