| A Funny Story |
| This true story was recorded by: Laureena N. |
| This isn't a story about heroism, or heroinism as it would be in this case. This isn't a story about an epic quest, or an epic anything for that matter. This is a story about what really happens when you leave two kids alone together, 7:00 on a friday night. We were so young, so innocent, so destructive.... Callie invited me to sleep over at her house. When I got there, the first thing we decided to do was to make concoctions (again, the destructive part). After we were finished wreaking havoc, we put all of the dishes in the sink to be washed. I had brought a pestle to grind ingredients- you know, like the ones on the Walgreens signs. Unfortunately, Callie and I didn't realize it when the little handheld stick of the mixer fell into the garbage disposal. After we thought we had cleaned all of the dishes, we turned on the Garbage disposal. It made this terrible wirring, clanking, grinding noise as if it were grinding ice cubes. We turned it off right away. When we realized what had happened, we panicked. "What are we going to do!?" Callie yelled. "My mom is going to kill me!" I whimpered. We decided what we had to do was to turn the disposal on again so that it could finish grinding up the now demented peice of china. We decided that was the best thing to do, but couldn't consent on who would turn it on. "It's your little grinder thing!" Callie acused "So! It's your garbage disposal!" I acused back. We finally agreed to do it together (actually, Callie chickened out and it ended up just being me, but who's counting...). Someone came up with the bright idea that we should cover their heads (in the event porcelain would spew from the broken garbage disposal). So, Callie threw a winter coat over her head, and I a back pack. We flipped the switch. Another nasty crunching sound came, and then a nice even whirring. We started to jump for joy and shout with releif. Then Callie spotted her mother standing in the doorway... You can imagine Ms. Sullivan's confusion at seeing her garbage disposal on, and her daughter and daughter's friend with coats and backpacks over their heads. We flipped off the disposal's switch. Suddenly Callie said, "I won!" "Huh?" I asked with utter confusion "I. Won." she said meaningfully. "Oh!!!!! Of course, yah. Good game!" I said, finally catching on. "We were playing a game," I explained to Callie's mom "Yah, but were really tired now. I think we'll go to sleep..." Callie said innocently. "Would you like some popcorn?" her mother asked with slight suspicion. "No, no thank you." I replied for the both of us. "Well, alright... Goodnight, then." she said, her brows furrowed. "G'night!" Callie and I said in unison. When we got upstairs to Callie's room, we both remarked at how incredibly lucky we had been that night. And to this day, I don't doubt that. |
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