Wednesday, October 5, 2011

CONTEST: Nail Clippers

            I was eight years old and I needed the nail clippers, kept in my parents’ bathroom. I had the worst hangnail in the world and it was all I could think about. I skipped down the hall to the opposite end where my parents’ door was closed, the norm at 10 pm. I slowly opened the door, as to not make any creaking sounds and awake my sleeping parents. As I glanced around I saw that my dad's side of the bed looked abnormally high off the mattress. I had Debbie Roffman guys, I was able to puzzle out what was going on. I was in such shock that they had the nerve to continue these escapades even though they were like 40. I dropped to the ground in utter disbelief. I squatted there, not sure what my next move would be. I heard my mom say "I think Z just came in." Oh shit. What the hell was I supposed to do at that point. So I continued my stance, right next to their bed. My mother came around (after throwing a bathrobe over her naked self) and saw me, just chillin there. I got up and bolted back down the hall and into my room, jumped onto my bed, and burst into hysterical tears. My mother came in, shortly after. I was so mortified by the whole situation. My mom, clearly ill prepared as to how to handle a situation like this, stuttered a bit, and then asked, "Is there anything that you need me to explain?" I really was not in the mood for that one, so I begged her to get out, which she did, and I fell asleep crying. Not sure why I got so damn emotional, but it may have something to do with the fact that I'm pretty sure my parents now think I'm a major pervert... thats cool.


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