A Lifetime for Revenge
It was 1985, I was an adorable fifteen-year-old punk of a kid. My brother, Scott, who was almost as good looking as I was at fourteen, was, and still is my very best friend. The two of us had gone with my parents to Detroit Michigan to spend the day with my real cool grandpa. At his age like the rest of my family, he had his ways of entertaining us.
Today however, was a simple family get together, and he had decided to cook something new for all of us. I personally had never even heard of the feast that was being laid out before us and in spite of the fact that I was a terribly picky eater, although I could out eat most of the people around me at that time when it came to food I loved. Seriously my one-hundred and thirty pounds of skin and bones could eat more food in one sitting than what most could do in two meals.
I watched my grandpa prepare the feast of the century for us as he labored over the hot stove. When it was all said and done, he placed before us the most colorful, perfectly cut and cooked shish kababs, with real lamb meat no less.
So, the whole family, that is my grandpa of course, and my brother, who sat next to him, along with my Mom and Dad, sitting across from me, and myself had sat down for this wonderful feast. Oh yeah, almost forgot Chico, my grandpa’s Chihuahua sat on the floor in between my grandpa and myself (or if you prefer old school, as my grandpa did – my grandpa and I.)
I examined the food set before me. It was two skewers, each piercing through in this order, a tomato, a piece of lamb, a sliver of onion, another piece of meat, then a green pepper, more meat and a tomato, repeating the process two more times on each stick.
I ate the first tomato and of course the lamb. It tasted great. Then I came across a problem! Onion. I hate them with a passion! So, I pulled it off and simply set it on my plate. Looking down I saw Chico sitting up on his hind-quarters, looking expectantly at me. That is why he was sitting next to me in the first place. He and I have this understanding. He gets what I don’t like.
Now a little information on Chico. He was old… really old. He was around twelve or thirteen years of age, and I am talking people years. He had a good set of teeth, at least the three of them that still remained in his mouth were pretty fair.
I already knew what was going to happen with this dinner and yet I prided myself in entertaining myself with petty things whenever possible.
I grabbed the slice of onion and happily handed it off to the dog. He expecting something so awesome, since it was coming from me, immediately chomped down on it and began to gum it to death, before he realized what I had given him. His eyes grew wide and he spit the thing onto the floor.
I was giggling as I picked the dog-slimed morsel off of the puppy hair infested carpet (the house was always clean, but you know how animal hair can be over the years), and I placed the slightly toothed up thing on the far corner of my plate. (Yuk!)
I chewed on a piece of meat for a few minutes realizing that I had a rough part of the animal. Chico ate that up, even with the people slim embedded in it. Of course, it was mine, which makes it okay. The green pepper cooked didn’t go over so well with me. Naturally, I handed it over to my portable trash compactor, who munched and chewed on it for some time, before realizing that he couldn’t eat it. Yep, onto the floor it went, then on my plate. The piece of tomato was the funniest, as I could see the drool cling to it as Chico quickly spit it out. This went on through out the course of my dinner. By the time I was on the last piece of lamb, I had a nice little pile of gummed-up, tongue-invaded, hot slimmed-up dog regurgitated food sitting on my plate. Dog drool was slowly making its way down from the last bit of green pepper as I had finished chewing the last bite of my dinner and swallowed it, when it happened!
My Dad stood up on the other side of the table and quickly spoke out, “Hey, aren’t you going to eat all that!”
Before I could speak a word, he had scooped up the hair-riddled slim-pile and slopped it onto his plate, for only a second. He shoveled every bit of it in his mouth, as the words I was trying to speak had gotten lost in the moment. I began to laugh and I couldn’t stop.
I found myself on the floor holding my stomach as Chico’s slimy tongue was working on cleaning my forehead, while I was gasping for air in hysteria. They all thought I had really lost it that time, and I almost did. They were laughing at me as I was laughing at my Dad. Finally, I was able to blurt out, “The… dog… ate… it!”
Everyone broke out laughing, except him of course as he turned five shades of red. When he did speak, he said, “That’s alright. I will get you back!”
To which my reply was, “I don’t think you can top this one!”
“Oh, I will get you! Even if it takes the rest of my life to do it, I will get you!”
Nine years later…
Yep, and it isn’t what you think! It was Father’s Day that was coming up soon and for some odd reason I had gotten the crazy idea to do something different for him. I decided to make a nice large card for him. So, I took and divided up the thin cardboard I was using with a pen into small squares and using the cartoons of Garfield, Odie, and Jon I made a comic strip for my Dad reminding him of the incident by drawing out the story. I was Garfield, Chico was Odie (throwing up the pile of food), and of course Jon played the perfect role of my Dad. I simply wanted to remind him that he had yet to get even with me. I know, I should be grounded.
Thirty-four years later…
My Dad had finally thought of a way to get me back. I have to say I am glad that he tried, but it didn’t work for two reasons. I didn’t react the way he had hoped I would and he just couldn’t do it to me, because he felt it would be too harsh! (He has a great heart full of love.)
He told my Mom, who was editing my second book to inform me that she only had seven pages left to go and she would be done. Cool for me!
The next day she said, “We have a problem! I went to finish up the book and it showed that I have twenty-three pages to go still.”
“Great!” I replied. “You must not have saved the work you did.”
The next day she said, “You are not going to like this.”
I didn’t want to hear it but decided I wasn’t going to let whatever it was to bother me.
“I opened up the book and it showed I had forty-six pages to do, some of it being one of the first stories had already worked through.
I calmly said, “Okay, call Scott, he will fix what-ever is going on.” I was thinking her computer crashed and we would have to start over again, but I worked hard at simply blowing the problem off.
They began to laugh and my Dad said he couldn’t do it. He announced that he put her up to it and that the book was done.
Total relief washed over me.
He asked, “Are you okay?”
“Oh sure!” I said now being able to laugh. “ I can’t get the first book done, because of the cover designer and me are being picky about the book’s cover, the second one I can’t get done, because the editor (my Mom) can’t finish editing, and I can’t get the third one done because I can’t get the writer (that is me) to put it in high gear and finish the stories that need to be done. I am doing fine!”
We all laughed as he said that that was paybacks for Chico. I told him it was a nice effort but he still had to try harder cause he gave in. Then I announced to my Mom that because she allowed him to draw her into this life long battle of revenge that she was now on my hit list. Paybacks!
So here we are.
To get things started, my scheming mind came up with the idea to tell my Mom the following.
I informed her that I found another writer’s contest. They were only excepting five-thousand new applicants and those that were excepted would have a chance to win huge prizes. Those Prizes will be announced to her after this madness has been given to her.
Then I called my brother who loves getting himself in the middle of my insane plans and told him what I am going to do. He was all for it, announcing how horrible I am. Now for the hard part.
I let my Mom know that this was a big deal and that I was going to write out the story (this being it!) and send it to her for her to immediately edit it and send it back to me so I can go over any mistakes and send it off for the contest. She was happy to except the challenge. Umm, that wasn’t the hard part…
This is. After writing one-thousand seven hundred and four words. Now I have to stop here and open up a new word file to… (WARNING!!! The following is not recommended for the weak or faint hearted, or new writers coming on the scene! In fact, I don’t recommend this to anyone… not even myself. Now, you know I really do have a few loose screws.) … to take this whole document and … Augh! Rewrite it, backward! In reverse! The end being the beginning with each word spelled backwards, even though the letters won’t be. 😦 Then I am going to send that copy to my Mom begging her to please check it to make sure she has it and try to get it done ASAP, so I can get it out. With that, the real chaos will ensue. That will be added later. Now I am up to one-thousand eight-hundred and fifty words. Good Grief!
Below is what I have done, separately from this to send to my Mom. My advice… take a look and then scroll past it for the Grand Finally. In case you are wondering, Yes, I did reverse typing on the whole thing up to where it says Good Grief! Now I can officially say DON’T DO IT!
If I come up with a crazy idea like this again someone had better stop me!
I will first say this, I sure wish I would have written a shorter version of this madness. That is hard work!
Okay! So, I have one more aggravating problem. I can’t get the backwards story to copy on here like I had spent HOURS retyping it to look exactly in reverse of this one. So here it is in some stupid sentence structure that I didn’t ask for! Wait for it! Wait for it! I fixed it, had to get rid of the tabs on this story. So take a look at the insanity one writer’s mind and follow the update afterwards.
!feirG dooG .sdrow
ytfif dna derednuh-thgie dnasuoht-eno ot pu ma I woN
.retal dedda eb lliw taht .eusne lliw soahc lear eht ,taht
htiW .tuo ti teg nac I os ,PASA enod ti teg ot yrt dna tis ah
ehs erus ekam ot ti kcehc esealp ot reh gniggeb moM y mot
ypoc that dnes ot gniog ma I nehT ): .eb t’now srettel eht
hguoht neve , sdawkcab delleps drow hcae htiw gninnigeb
eht gnieb dne ehT !esrever nI !sdawckab ,ti etirweR !hguU
…dna tnemucod elohw soht ekat ot … (.swercs esool wef a evah od yllaer I wonk uoy ,woN .flesym neve ton …onoyna
ot siht dnemmocer t”nod I , tcaf nI !enecs eht no gnimoc
sretirw wen ro , detraeh tniaf ro keaw eht rof dednemmocer
ton si gniwollof ehT !!!GNINRAW) … ot elif drow
wen a pu nepo dna ereh pots ot evah I woN .sdrow rouf dna
derdnuh neves dnasuoht-eno gnitirw retfA . si sihT
…trap drah eht t’nsaw
taht ,mmU .egnellahc eht tpecxe ot yppah saw ehS .tsetnoc
eht rof ffo ti dnes dna sekatsim yna revo og nac I os
em ot kcab ti dnes dna ti tide yletaidemmi ot reh rof re hot
ti dnes dna (!ti gnieb siht) yrots eht tuo etirw ot gniog saw I
that dna laed gib a saw siht that wonk moM ym tel I
.trap drah eht orf woN .ma
I elbirroh who gnicnuonna ,ti rofl la saw eH .od ot gniog
ma I tahw mih dlot dna snalps enasni ym of elddim eht ni
flesmih gnitteg sevol ohw rehtob ym dellac I nehT
.reh ot nevig neeb sah ssendam siht
retfa re hot decnuonna eb lliw sezirP esohT .sezirp eguh
niw ot ecnahc a evah dluow detpecxe erew tqht esoht dna
stnacilppa wen dnasuoht-evif gnitpecxe ylny erew yehT
.tsetnoc s’retirw rehtona dnuof I taht reh demrofni I
.gniwollof eht moM ym llet ot aedi eht htiw
pu emac dnim gnimehcs ym ,detrats sgniht teg oT
.era ew ereh oS
!skcabyaP .tsil tih ym no won saw ehs that egnever fo elttab
gnol efil siht onti reh ward ot mih dewolla ehs esuaceb
taht moM y mot decnuonna I nehT .ni evag eh esuac redrah
yrt ot dah llits eh tub troffe ecin a saw ti mih dlot I .ocihC
rof skcabyap saw that that eh sa dehgual lla eW
“!enif gniod ma I .enod eb ot deen that seirots eht
hsinif dna reag high ni tit up ot (em si that) retirw eht teg
t’nac I esuaceb enod eno driht eht teg t’nac I dna ,gnitide
hsinif t’nac (moM my) rotide eht esuaceb ,enod teg t’nac I
eno dnocos eht ,revoc s’koob eht tuoba ykcip gnieb era em
dna rengised revor eht fo esuaceb ,enod koob tsrif eht teg
t’nac I” .hgual ot elba gnieb won dias I “!erus hO”
“?yako uoy erA” , deksa eH
.em revo dehsaw feiler latoT
.enod saw koob
eht that dna ti ot pu reh tup eh that decnuonna eH .ti od
t’ndlulc eh dias daD ym dna hgual ot nageb yehT
.ffo melborp eht gniwolb ylpmis
ta drah dekrow I tub ,niaga revo trats ot evah dluow ew
dna dehsarc retupmoc reh gnikniht saw I “.no gniog is reve
tahw xif lliw eh ,ttocS llac ,yakO” ,dias ylmlac I
.hguorht dekrow ydaerla
dah I seirots tsrif eht fo eno gnieb ti fo emos ,od ot segap
xis-ytrof dah I dewohs ti dna koob eht pu denepo I”
.em rethob ot saw ti reve tahw tel
ot gniog t’nsaw I dediced tub ti ereh ot tnaw t’ndid I
“.siht
ekil ot gniog ton era uoY” .dielied I “!taerG”
“.llits o got segap
eerht-ytnewt evah I taht dewohs ti dna koob eht pu hsinif ot
tnew I !melborp a evah eW” ,dias ehs yad txen ehT
!em rof looC .enod eb dluow ehs
dna o got tfel segap neves dah ynlo ehs that em mrofni
koob dnoces ym gnitide saw ohw ,moM ym dlot eH
(.evol fo lluf
treah tearg a sah eH) .hsrah oot eb dluow ti tlef eh esuaceb
,em ot it od t’ndluoc tsuj eh dna dluow I depoh dah eh yaw
eht tcaer t’ndid I .snosaer owt rof krow t’ndid ti tub ,deirt
ehtaht dalg ma I yas ot evah I .kcab em teg ot yaw a fo
thguoht yllanif dah daD yM .retal sreay ruof-ytrihT
.dednuorg eb dluohs
I ,wonk I .em htiw neve teg ot tey dah eh that mih dnimer
ot detnaw ylpmis I .daD ym fo elor tcefep eht deyalp
noJ esruoc fo dna ,(doof foe lip eht pu gniworht) eidO saw
ocihC ,dleifarG saw I .yrots eht tuo gniward yb tnedicni
eht fo mih gnidnimer daD ym rof pirts cimoc a edam I noJ
dna ,eidie ,dleifraG fo snootrac eht gnisu dna serauqs llams
otni nep a htiw gnisu saw I droabdrac niht eht pu dedivid
dna koot I .oS .mih rof drac egral ecin a ekam ot dediced I
.mih rof tnereffid gnihtemos od ot aedi yzarc eht nettog dah
I nosier ddo emos rof dna noos pu gnimoc saw that yaD
s’rehtaF saw tI !kniht uoy tahw t’nsi ti dna ,peY
…retal sreay eniN
“!uoy teg lliw I .ti od ot efil
ym fo tser eht sekat ti fi nevE !uoy teg lliw I ,hO”
“!eno siht
pot nac uoy kniht t’nod I” ,saw ylper ym hcihw oT”
“!kcab uoy teg lliw I .thgirla s’tahT”
,dias eh ,kaeks did eh nehW .der fo sedahs evif denrut eh sa
esruoc fo mih tpecxe ,gnihgual tuo ekorb enoyrevE
“!ti …eta …god …ehT” ,tuo trulb ot elba saw
I ,yllaniF .daD ym ta gnihgual saw as em ta gnihgual erew
yehT .did tsomla I dna ,emit that tit sol yllaer dah I thguoht
lla yehT .airetsyh ni ria rof gnipsag saw I elihw ,daeherof
ym gninaelc no gnikrow saw eugnot ymils s”ocihC
sa hcamots ym gnidloh roolf eht no flesym dnuof I
.pots t’ndluoc I dna hgual ot negab I
.tnemom eht ni tsol nettog dah kaeks ot gniyrt saw I sdrow
ylno rof ,etalp sih ni ti fo tib yreve delevohs eH .dnoces a
ylno rof ,etalp sih otno ti deppols dna elip-mils delddir-riah
eht pu depoocs dah eh , drow a kaeps dluoc I erofeB
“!taht lla tae ot gniog uoy t’nera ,YeH” ,tuo ekops ylkcuiq
dna elbat eht foe dis retho eht no pu doots daD yM
!deneppah ti nehw ,ti dewollaws dna rennid ym foe tib tsal
eht gniwehc dishinif dah I sa reppep neerg fo tib tsal eht
morf nwod yaw sti gnikam ylwols saw loord goD .etalp ym
no gnittis doof detatigruger god pu-demmils toh ,dedavni
-eugnot ,pu-demmug foe lip ettle ecin a dah I ,bmal fo eceip tsal eht no saw I emit eht yB .rennid ym fo esruoc
eht tuo hguorht no tnew sihT .tuo ti tips ylkciuq ocihC sa
ti ot gnilc loord eh tees dluoc I sa ,tseinnuf eht saw otamot
fo eceip ehT .etalp ym no neht ,tnew ti roolf eht otno ,peY
.ti tae t’ndluoc eh that gnizilaer erofeb , emit emos rof ti no
dewehc and dehcnum ohw ,rotcapmoc hsart elbatrop y mot
revo ti dednah I ,yllarutaN .em htiw llew os revo og t’ndid
dekooc reppep neerg ehT .yako ti sekam hcihw , enim saw
ti ,esruoc fO .ti ni deddebme mils eploep eht htiw neve ,pu
that eta ocihC .lamina eht fo trap ffur a dah I that gnizilaer
setunim wef a rof taem fo eceip a no dewehc I
(!kuY) .etalp ym fo renroc
raf eht no gniht pu dehtoot ylthgils eht decalp I dna ,(sraey
eht revo eb nac riah lamina who wonk uoy tub ,naelc
syawla saw esuosh eht) teprac destefni riah yppup eht fo
ffo lesrom demils-god eht dekcip I sa gnilggig saw I
.roolf eht
otno gniht eht tips eh dna ediw werg seye siH .mih nevig
dah I tahw dezilaer eh erofeb ,hated ot ti mug ot nageb dna
ti no nwod depmohc yletaidemmi , em morf gnimoc saw ti
ecnis ,emosewa os gnithesome gnitcepxe eH .god eh tot ffo
ti dednah ylippah dna noino fo ecils eht debbarg I
.elbissop revenehw sgniht yttep
siht htiw neppah ot gniog saw tahw wenk ydaerla I
.riaf ytterp
erew htuom sih nideniamer llits that meht fo eerht eht tsael
ta ,hteet fo tes doog a dah eH .sraey elpoep gniklat ma I dna
,ega fo sraey neetriht ro elvewt dnuora saw eH .dlo yllaer
…dlo saw eH .ocihC no noitamrofni elttil a woN
.ekil t’nod I tahw steg eH .gnidnatsrednu
siht evah I dna eH .ecalp tsrif eht ni em ot txen gnittis
saw eh yhw si that .em ta yltnatcepxe gnikool ,sretrauq
-dnih sih no pu gnittis ocihC was I nwod gnikooL .etalp ym no tit es ylpmis dna ffo ti dellup I ,oS !noissap a htiw meht
etah I .noinO !melborp a ssorca emac I nehT .taerg detsat
tI .bmal eht esrouc fo dna otamot tsrif eht eta I
.kcis hcae no semit erom owt ssecorp
eht gnitaeper ,otamot a dna team erom ,reppep neerg a
neht ,team fo eceip rehtona ,noin for evils a ,bmal fo eceip
a ,otamot a ,redro siht ni hguorht gnicreip hcae ,sreweks
owt saw tI .em erofeb tes doof eht denimaxe I
(.I dna apdnarg ym – did apdnarg
ym sa , loohcs dlo refer uoy fi ro) flesym dna apdnarg
ym neewteb in roolf eht no tas auhauhihC s’apdnarg
ym ,Chico togrof tsomla ,haey hO .tsaef lufrednow siht rof nwod tas dah flesym dna, ,em morf ssorca gnittis ,daD and
moM ym htiw gnola ,mi ot txen tas ohw ,rehtorb ym dna
,esruoc fo apdnarg ym si that ,ylimaf elohw eht ,oS
.ssel on
team bmal lear htiw ,sbabak hsihs dekooc dna tuc yltcefrep
,lufroloc tsom eht su erofeb decalp eh ,enod dna dias lla
saw ti nehW .evots toh eht revo derobal eh sa su rof yrutnec
eht fo tseaf eht eraperp apdnarg ym dehctaw I
.sleam owt ni od dluoc
tsom tahw naht gnittis eno ni doof erom tae dluoc senob
dna niks fo sdnuop ytriht dna derdnuh-eno ym ylsuoireS
.devol I doof ot emac ti nehw emit that ta em dnuora elpoep
eht fo tsom tea tuo dluoc I hguohtla ,retae ykcip ylbirret
a saw I taht tcaf eht foe tips ni dna su erofeb tuo dial
gnieb saw taht tsaef eht fo draeh neve reven dah yllanosrep
I .su fo lla rof wen gnihtemos kooc ot dediced dah eh dna
,rehtegot teg ylimaf elpmis a saw ,revewoh yadaT
.su gniniatretne
fo syaw sih dah eh ,ylimaf ym fo tser eht ekil ega sih
tA .apdnarg looc laer ym htiw yad eht dnes ot nagichiM
tiorteD ot stnerap ym htiw enog dah su fo owt ehT .dneirf
tseb yrev ym si llits dna ,saw ,neetruof ta saw I sa gnikool
doog sa tsomla saw ohw ,ttocS ,rehtorb yM .dik a fo
knup dlo-reay—neetfif elbaroda na saw I ,5891 saw tI
egneveR of emitefiL A
I called my brother to prepare him for the adventure of a lifetime. Sadly, he couldn’t take part in it. He had way to much on his plate and had figured that he had a few days before it all happened. I am happy to say that he was amazed that the gnitirw sdrawkcab was done in ONLY six hours. Sorry, still trying to recuperate from the hours of self-inflicted shock therapy. He tried and tried and bless his heart tried to help me fix the transfer to no avail.
With me being at my wits end, I decided to send the copy needed for my Mom to her and see what happens.
(?) Something wasn’t right! The moment I hit send I realized that I had sent her this copy, not just the backwards one. I immediately sent the other one while calling her and texting my brother that I screwed up. Panic filled my heart when the first thing that came out of my Mom’s voice wasn’t: “Angel! How is my most favorite child? You know I love you more than Scott! You always have been my favorite.”
No! Which by the way they always have loved him more (inside joke).
Instead I hear… “I got your email.”
NNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thinking fast I said, “Oh don’t open that one. I resent it to you. That one is not the complete one and you might end up editing the wrong one and setting me behind. I only have three days to get this done and sent off.”
“Don’t open this one?” she asked.
“Correct!” I said trying to hold my total of nine hours of frustration and fear back. Three for writing the story- six for writing it backwards.
“Okay. Hey what do you mean three days, you know I can’t work under those conditions.
(Here is the lie! 😉 ) “I told you about the contest I am entered into. The last six placed winners gets $500, third place gets $1000 , second gets $1500, and first gets $2000, plus they all get an all expense paid trip for two to New York to be awarded in a convention center with all kinds of authors, magazine writers, and book publishers that could hire us for freelance writing or even as full time employees to write for them. Course, Meya (my wife) would probably spend most if not all the money I would win… and then some, but it would be worth it. So, I need you to check to make sure you got it. You can work on it tomorrow.”
“What!” came her reply.
Here comes the part of the revenge I had been hoping for.
Between my sweet adorable Mom, who has far more complications than I do, when it comes to computers, my Dad who can get around these technical nightmares fairly decent, except when around my Mom, and I spent… are you ready for this?
It took FORTY-FIVE minutes trying to get her to open up one simple email. No joke. She couldn’t get the thing to open up no matter how we explained it to her.
She was fuming mad, her hair standing up on end, eyes red as coals, and her face almost as bright. I could feel the heat of her rage emanating through my phone. I now have second degree burns on my ear and cheek.
Their cat ran for cover on the other side of the house. She tried to scurry into a little mouse hole that she had found some time ago, but wasn’t able to pull it off. Instead out of the sheer desire to survive she ripped my parent’s mattress apart and burrowed into the foam and springs for shelter, hoping not to be discovered for a month or two.
My poor Dad was trembling in fear as he calmly tried, as well as I, to let her know step by step how to make it work, over and over and…. well, you get the idea. We were jumping back and forth between her phone and the computer in order to get something to work. Each step we had her take, the madder she got. Her having a headache and her stomach rumbling sure didn’t help matters. : ) Actually, that made things even far better. I love torturing her.
I was never so grateful for being at a truck stop in Georgia, far away from her at that point. I wouldn’t be able to finish this if I had been even fifty miles from her. She would have hunted me down. I won’t go into any gruesome details about what could have been.
Finally, just before I was going to send out an all points terrorist attack alert out for the public to take shelter, somehow, she opened it up. Then she was in shock as she tried to figure it out. She was literally in a panic mode as I was trying not to be laughing at her, as she said it was in some other language, which was what I hoped for.
I played it off as if she was joking. She was very convincing and concerned, not knowing what happened. I told her, “That was a nice try! Ha Ha!”
She showed my Dad who was awe-struck. Trying to explain it to me and each other, they figured out that it was backwards. I told them “You are hilarious! Okay, not funny! I have a competition to send this too, and time is short. We can’t play games on this cuz it is a pretty big deal to me.” etc., etc. I made them feel horrible for trying to say that to me.
My Dad decided to take a picture and TRY to send it to me.
I couldn’t believe how hard that turned out to be. He has the same exact phone as I do, and for some reason today, Lol, he wasn’t able to get the picture sent to me. I gave him instructions in so many ways I thought I was learning a new language by the time it was over. I continued to accuse them of trying to pull a prank on me for failing at the whole book problem. My Dad was getting desperate in trying to send it, while still laughing about the whole situation, completely unaware of what I was doing to them. Fifteen minutes later I had gotten it.
I was shocked! ; ) I blamed my Mom for pushing the wrong button or doing some crazy thing to it. That this is impossible and on and on I went. My Dad came out of his deep fear and began laughing at the idea of me blaming her. He actually took my side on the matter, knowing that she could mess up a simple calculator.
My Mom was in terror actually pondering the idea that maybe she did do something. She wouldn’t put that past herself.
I finally went ahead and read the part about how they decided to get me and what my scheming mind had come up with. After a ton of laughter and comments my Mom had made about the several ways I am going to be put to death when my Mom finds me, they both agreed that I had gotten them real good. Bottom line… I am the Payback King.
Side note: My Dad still insists that he will get me back for the Chico thing and now this. I told him there would be no way he could top all of this. And it is true, he can’t. : )
If anyone is wondering, YES all this had actually happened over all these years. It is all true.
Chris Hanly
08 -11 – 19
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