The following embarrassing, but hilarious story is not about me this time. It's about my sister, whom I have called Bwuthow since Jr. High. She calls me Bwuthow too. We don't know why, so you can keep wondering but it won't do you any good.
She is a massage therapist. I know, lucky me, right? Oh, yes.
One day she was giving her friend a massage. She had to haul her very heavy massage table up to her friend's attic where it was nice and sweltering. Then she had to give a 60 minute massage, which was just plain exhausting. Then she had to carry her still heavy table back down the stairs and out into the toasty summer sun. So you and I can both imagine how delighted she was when her friend brought out a delicious glass of icy lemonade for the drive home. Yum!
She set the lemonade on the roof of her car while she loaded up the table.
Right now you're probably thinking that you know what's going to happen in this story, because so did I. But you can just hold your little horses for a sec.
Okay, yes, it's a given that she left it on top of the car. I mean, she is my sister after all, so it's kind of obv. But that lemonade stayed right there. It didn't go flying down the road or rolling down her windshield onto the hood. It stayed right there all the way until she opened up the sunroof.
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4 comments:
Ok, I know why you guys call each other that. Maybe I'll tell ya some time
ok That's just wrong
LOL! I'd LOVE to see her reaction when the yellowness came through her roof :)
I totally didn't see that coming. lol
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