Friday, May 10, 2013

Caught in the Act

That time when my roommate walked in on me vacuuming my sheets.

That time when someone called me up on a Saturday morning and asked me what I was doing.  "Uh...well, I'm taking an online virtual tour of Westminster Abbey. You?"

That time when I was drying my hair, smiling at myself in the mirror (because I've noticed that teeth can look white or off-white depending on the lighting), and then noticing my brother-in-law staring at me from around the corner with a confused expression on his face.

That time when I was singing in a very forced and ridiculously operatic voice when I thought I was alone.  As it turns out, I wasn't.

That time when, as a child, I thought it would be cool to "polish" the bathroom door with Vaseline.  Though I was not technically caught in the act, my mother was not happy with "whoever did it."

That time I made a scary and disgusting face into the opening at the bottom of the slide at The Jungle because I expected my friend Jessica to come down after me.  The little boy that came down in her place was quite frightened and headed in the opposite direction every time he saw me for the rest of the day.

That time I almost choked on a piece of Lemon Chicken at Chef Chao's and didn't want anyone to notice.  After finally clearing my throat, I looked up with watery eyes to find an in-law staring at me concernedly.

That time I wet my pants in first grade because the freaking student teacher wouldn't let me go to the freaking bathroom.  (I spent the next four years of elementary school trying to live down that humiliation.  Luckily for me, the other kids' memories didn't serve them very well.)

That time my brother-in-law found me taking a video of the ants running around the round-about at the Concord Campus of Cal State East Bay after I got out of class.  (In my defense, there were seriously millions of them just running around and around with no particular purpose, and I found it rather fascinating.)

1 comment:

justme said...

Duper Duper funny!