This is story is somewhat short, but that's okay.
When I was younger, about 5 or so, my Grandma Mary Lou and Aunt Flo used to venture out near my house on the weekends and spend the afternoons with my mother, my sister and myself. On this particular day, we went out to the shopping center near Kennywood.
We were in a local department store named Hills. Unfortunately, this store no longer exists (in case you were curious). At some point during my trip to Hills, I acquired a quarter/nickel (we'll just say quarter). Before we left, we stopped at the concession stand near the entrance of the store. While I was in line, I noticed this nice little girl standing in line beside her mommy. So, I walked up to the girl, got in her face and proceeded to sing 'I've got a quarter and youuou donnn't'. There was no reason for me to do this, the poor girl wasn't even looking at me. After this, all I can remember is Aunt Flo flipping out for me.
The worst part was, she told my mother about it when I got home. And I am pretty sure I didn't eat my hush puppies (we drove through Long John Silvers), because of how sad I was that my mom knew what I did. So remember kids, the next time you decide to be a straight up jerk, there is always a chance that your parental guardian my find out. So be nice.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
The Shelter Cove Catastrophe
I must apologize for the delay but due to the recent passing of my 13 inch Macbook Pro I had to use a school computer, in varying amounts of free time, to get my all important story across the Atlantic to my most loyal fan base. For this tale, we have to relocate to Hilton Head, and I believe the year was 1997 but I could be mistaken.
While in Hilton Head, my family visited this shopping area known as Shelter Cove. On every Tuesday night during the summer there would be a fireworks show, featuring a kid oriented singer, Shannon Tanner. He sang a bunch of folks songs and was kind of goofy. I still remember the hand motions to 'Miss American Pie' (but that is unrelated). To promote his goofiness he wore a very interesting hat. Specifically, it was red, yellow, green and blue (I think, but maybe I'm just making this up), it had no bill and a propeller on top. I thought it was AWESOME. Much to my chagrin, my parents thought it was less awesome, mainly because of the price. Instead they elected to by me a glow in the dark necklace and maybe ice cream (I just assume ice cream, because you can usually win me over with it).
Eventually, the evening began to wind down and we decided to head back towards the hotel. When my dad was driving out of the parking lot and on to the main road, he began to go the wrong way and instantly had to make u-turn. My mother, sister, and I thought that this was very funny and we continued to laugh about this for quite a while. It was at this time that I began to fiddle with my glow in the dark necklace. At one point I heard a crack, similar to the one you would hear when creating the initial glowiness in the necklace. However, this time the necklace broke and the glow in the dark stuff shot all over my face. Instantly, my sister started crying, because her brother was now screaming and glowing in the dark. My mother, who is rarely ever without a water bottle, only had a can of Coke/Pepsi and was affraid that if she dumped it on me there would be some sort of weird reaction. So my parents pulled over to the nearest place for help, a hut-like house right off of the main road. Out of the house came a generous Mexican man that gave my parents a jug of water, which he recently purchased, because there was no running water in the huthouse. (Now, I know what you are thinking. How do I know that it was a huthouse, if I couldn't see. My parents actually pointed it out to me the next time I was in Hilton Head)
Eventually, we made it to the emergency room and waited forever. After never seeing an actual doctor we went home, called poison control and flushed out my eyes in the shower. The End. Glow in the dark necklaces are bad.
While in Hilton Head, my family visited this shopping area known as Shelter Cove. On every Tuesday night during the summer there would be a fireworks show, featuring a kid oriented singer, Shannon Tanner. He sang a bunch of folks songs and was kind of goofy. I still remember the hand motions to 'Miss American Pie' (but that is unrelated). To promote his goofiness he wore a very interesting hat. Specifically, it was red, yellow, green and blue (I think, but maybe I'm just making this up), it had no bill and a propeller on top. I thought it was AWESOME. Much to my chagrin, my parents thought it was less awesome, mainly because of the price. Instead they elected to by me a glow in the dark necklace and maybe ice cream (I just assume ice cream, because you can usually win me over with it).
Eventually, the evening began to wind down and we decided to head back towards the hotel. When my dad was driving out of the parking lot and on to the main road, he began to go the wrong way and instantly had to make u-turn. My mother, sister, and I thought that this was very funny and we continued to laugh about this for quite a while. It was at this time that I began to fiddle with my glow in the dark necklace. At one point I heard a crack, similar to the one you would hear when creating the initial glowiness in the necklace. However, this time the necklace broke and the glow in the dark stuff shot all over my face. Instantly, my sister started crying, because her brother was now screaming and glowing in the dark. My mother, who is rarely ever without a water bottle, only had a can of Coke/Pepsi and was affraid that if she dumped it on me there would be some sort of weird reaction. So my parents pulled over to the nearest place for help, a hut-like house right off of the main road. Out of the house came a generous Mexican man that gave my parents a jug of water, which he recently purchased, because there was no running water in the huthouse. (Now, I know what you are thinking. How do I know that it was a huthouse, if I couldn't see. My parents actually pointed it out to me the next time I was in Hilton Head)
Eventually, we made it to the emergency room and waited forever. After never seeing an actual doctor we went home, called poison control and flushed out my eyes in the shower. The End. Glow in the dark necklaces are bad.
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