So I wrote this one post yesterday. About words that make me feel uncomfortable. Or adolescent-y. Or giggly. Perhaps even gaggy.
Do You Have a Moist Shammy?
When I write these posts, any post really… It is usually late at night when my will has been broken and my judgement has been compromised.
And through the awesome power of exhaustion I often crack myself up until I cry and then I wake up in the morning and ask myself, “What was that all about?”
But it’s too late and I leave it there.
And then… EVERYONCEINAWHILE… my online life and IRL life meets
This evening I got called-out .
I was at play rehearsal, minding my own business. In a room full of young people – 70 kids all practicing their hearts out for a big play. One of the teen boys approached.
He had a quizzical look on his face. I had been handing out Ibuprofen earlier… I had my suspicions.
The young man asked, “I was wondering… do you have a moist shammy?”
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
I looked left.
I look right.
I *think* the room spun.
I looked at the kid young man who asked for a moist shammy. I worked to hold back a gag.
My face turned HOT. My face turned RED.
My internet and my real life… an intersocial relationship???
*fame*
No.
But still.
And then I see HER. TRISH.
Trish sent this innocent kid over. My friend had read THE POST.
At that point I allowed myself a few gags. I pointed and mouthed, “YOOOOOU!!!!”
And the rest of the evening… no matter what corner I occupied I heard random snickers, “FOLD”, “POINSETTIA”, “MOIST”…
*gag* *snicker* *gag*
I’d like to add 2 more words that make me flinch – phlegm & caulk.