Monday, February 11, 2008

Is that your retainer stuck in my zipper?

When I was in junior high, I fell for the new boy and we started "going out" (you know the type - you were an item, but it was a rare that the two of you were seen outside the walls of school unless your folks toted you around since we were still a couple years from driver's license-dom).

There was a school dance, and afterwards we all headed over to Pizza Hut. It was close enough that we could walk there from the school, and then we only had to rely on parents for a ride home.

Of course, my folks were in charge of the drive home. So it's me, my best friend, her boy and mine. We finished eating and decided to wait outside.

My boy and I headed around to the backside of the building for some totally innocent smooching and while we're back there - my folks arrive (I am still horrified at this remarkable timing!).

What do my folks see when they pull up? Just my friend and her boy. There's my bestest bud calling out "Sarah!! Your parents! They're here!"

And out I stroll with my boy, mortified. OMG - what will my parents think?!? I casually pretend like I didn't just come around from the back of the building and hope that my folks just thought I was throwing out a bag of garbage into the dumpster for the kind employees of Pizza Hut.

But no. We pile into the car, and start our drive home when my dad decides to ask if my retainer was stuck in my boy's zipper.

He was joking of course, but it'll go down in books as one of my most humiliating experiences!!!

5 comments:

Verona Says said...

Haha. Love your story!

Melissa said...

OMG! I knew I loved your dad!! ;)

Jules said...

LOL!!! And i thought i had it rough when my dad would show off his lovely gun collection or sharpen knives right by the guys faces.....but the retainer comment....HORRIFYING!!! but hilirious!

Sherry said...

OMG! I would have died at that age.

Swishy said...

He did NOT! Ha ha ha ha ha ha.