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when proving a point isn't worth it.

Submitted: March 29, 2012

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Submitted: March 29, 2012




Lights, carry out, accident


It had become our eat out ritual we, my mom and I would eat out, order way too much food then slug our way home. Each time

arriving at our destination coming face to face with the unavoidable Mt. Everest-esq stair case that would bring us to our apartment door.

As with everyone who eats way too much my reflexes had succumbed to those of a tree sloth, just taking off my seatbelt seemed to

cause me to exert too much energy. “I’m leaving you down here “my mom said irritated by my lack of eagerness to get out of the car.It did

always irritate me when she would rush out of the car and leave me to make that journey  across the parking lot to our apartment building

alone. Anger and rebellion filled me, “ You’re not going to leave me” I snickered to myself flinging both myself and the Logan steakhouse

out of the car at the same time. Ready to prove a point I power walked slash jogged to catch up with her where she was already almost at

the end of the sidewalk. “Humph” I said with an attitude walking past her. But in my hast my depth perception got off and I found myself

taking one step too many running out  of  the elevated sidewalk and falling flat onto the midnight pavement, the bags flew out of my grasp

and I found myself sprawled out on the group with mashed potato skins all over my hands.”Dang it I was going to eat those “my mom said

in-between outburst of laughter. I look to my side find someone sitting in their car with their high beams directly on me. Finally getting off

the ground with burning hands I came to find that I had a giant hole in my favorite jeans. But of course I would be the one to have my

embarrassing fall put literally on display.

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