Thursday, January 13, 2011

Writing Prompt #4: Not the Time or Place For That

When I had hit that age where being seen with your parents was completely humiliating but I was also too young to be places by myself, these two conflicts often manifested in a trip to the mall. While strolling through the Fashion Square (as our mall was called) I tried to hide myself in hooded over-sized sweatshirts with folded arms tied across my ribs. My dad would walk past me and rip a huge, loud, disgusting fart and then turn around and say, "Lindsey!" I can still hear my brother laughing.

1 comment:

daleboca said...

sounds like my father. loudest (but thankfully scent free) farts you can imagine.