It's too bad you didn't think about calling here about an hour after she kicked the boys out and innocently asked what time she wanted the boys picked up. It would have been very interesting to here her answer. If she admitted to kicking them out I would have said oh my goodness where are they? they are not home? I would have loved to hear her squirm. That is terrible I would definately call her and find out why she did that then I would give her a piece of my mind.
I have taken visiting kids with me if they were here and I HAD to go somewhere. And it isn't even like you lived in the neighborhood. I agree my child would not be going there and I would tell her and her child the reason. What about the daughter she couldn't have called you for your son ? These are teenagers not 5 year olds what is wrong with her. Even if her Mom is crazy she must be to. There is no excuse for her to not have called someone for the boys. Some friend. I don't blame the gas station unfortunately they have to have those rules for safety.
I have taken visiting kids with me if they were here and I HAD to go somewhere. And it isn't even like you lived in the neighborhood. I agree my child would not be going there and I would tell her and her child the reason. What about the daughter she couldn't have called you for your son ? These are teenagers not 5 year olds what is wrong with her. Even if her Mom is crazy she must be to. There is no excuse for her to not have called someone for the boys. Some friend. I don't blame the gas station unfortunately they have to have those rules for safety.
They thought they could wait it out at the gas station, but found out differently and didn't want to go back to the house because of all the drama.
(although I do have to say, your DD is a lovely young lady)
Did you find this out from the mom or your son?
I know I'm setting myself up for flames by admitting that, but honestly, I don't care. If anyone wants to complain about kids and rights to privacy, they're more than welcome to come and raise him for me. 
