DTC 355 - This is my embarrassing story

My name is Katy and this is my embarrassing story:

Just about everyone I know has been through an awkward stage. (Some still haven’t come out of theirs, but that is an entirely different story.) My awkward stage had a full mouth of metal, frizzy hair, and an embarrassing lunchbox.

Now that you have a nice visual of the main character, let’s dive into the pathetic puddle of my embarrassing story.

During middle school, my growing years, I ate some rather large breakfasts. On this particular morning I ate three bowls of milk with honey nut cheerios. I know that sounds backwards, but I like my milk and I like a lot of it. In any case, I brushed my teeth and headed downstairs to wait by the door for my friend and her mother to pick me up. We were going to go see a movie together!

As I tied my left shoe, I heard a honking from the driveway—Robin’s mother always honked when she arrived. I opened the front door and breathed in the refreshing winter air, “Bye Mom!” I yelled, skipping off the porch towards Robin’s car.

Once we hit the road, all three of us were cracking jokes and laughing up a storm. The Bell family is gifted with humor; they have a way of making anyone and everyone laugh, no matter the setting. My favorite moments are usually when one of them is doing an impression or speaking in a silly voice.

We were too early for the movie to wait in the theatre, so Mrs. Bell decided to buy the tickets and then take us on some errands she needed to run. We went across the way to a hardware store, down the street to a drugstore and then a few blocks over to REI where Mrs. Bell had an item to return. For this errand, Robin and I sat in the Jeep because it wouldn’t take too long. Besides, we were having too much fun being silly in the car.

We laughed and laughed until our stomachs hurt. There would be a moment of silence, and then we would look at each other and burst back into laughter for no reason at all.

At one point the car became quiet and I said to Robin, “I have to pee.”

Again, we busted up laughing. Here and there I would snort and the laughing cascaded further. We laughed until the only sound coming out of our mouths was the air leaving our lungs.

“Ah! I have to pee!” I yelled, crossing my legs as tight as I could to hold it in, my bladder about to burst.

“Go inside to the R-E-I baa—b-b-baaathroom! Ha ha!” Robin could barely speak.

As Mrs. Bell opened the door to the car, I jumped out of fright and immediately felt my legs heated with, well, you know. Needless to say, a little puddle formed on the leather seats.

“Mom! Look! She peed her p-pa-paaants! Ha ha!”

Mrs. Bell might have been more frightened than I was. Ready to cry, I hopped off the seat as she found a spare towel in the trunk to wipe up my mess. Because we had already bought the movie tickets and show time was in 10 minutes, Mrs. Bell wouldn’t take me home to get a change of clothes. Instead, she walked me to a store called LimitedToo. If you are unaware of this store, you should be thankful—the sight of it as a not-so-girly-middle-schooler made me pretend I was about to throw-up every time I saw it. There are far too many hearts and flowers, and far too much pink for anyone’s sanity.

Mrs. Bell hurried into the store while I wobbled like a penguin and Robin giggled behind me. Mrs. Bell was on a mission to find a cheap pair of underwear and some pants to replace my smelly, wet, and not to mention, uncomfortable ones.

To my dismay, the only pair of pants left in my size were hot pink. I could deal with the pink underwear, but pink pants? Mrs. Bell, come on!

Mrs. Bell paid for my new pants and underwear while explaining to the cashier that I wet my pants and would need to use the dressing room to change into the purchased clothing.

I left the store embarrassed for what I had done, and embarrassed that I had to be wearing those awful pants for the rest of the day.

And that’s why you should always go potty after eating three bowls of milk for breakfast.