Thursday, August 5, 2010

The time I got stuck.

Let me begin this story by telling you that I always forget it happened. Kind of like what happens when something super embarrassing and/or traumatic happens to a person- they either forget the details or suppress the entire thing from their head all together. Which is all fine and good until every time you go shopping with say....your mom and brother...and they laugh hysterically reliving it.

So I don't remember how old I was but I think it was around 12 or so. My mom brought my brother and I to Target to get some stuff because she obviously didn't think we were mature enough to be home alone. Or just assumed we'd fight the entire time, in which case she was right.

I will admit that at most times during the day I kind of space out and often have to be brought back down into the real world and join the rest of society. This shopping trip was similar- I am positive I was just wandering around following my mom. Thankfully, at age 12 she no longer required that I hang onto the cart for fear that I'd be kidnapped. I mean, I was a super cute kid- prime for child abduction. So I'm walking and BAM!

I realize I'm stuck. Like super stuck. Like my head is trapped and I don't know why. I don't know if I cried, but knowing myself like I do, I wouldn't put it passed me. But then I call for my mom who turns around and starts laughing.

LAUGHING when her child is possibly being abducted from the ceiling or something. I could have been in the process of having my head ripped off but no, there's my mom- laughing. And then my brother is laughing. And I'm calling for my mom to help me and I'm asking her what I should do because I'm obviously stuck and I don't want to die at age 12 in a Target.

To which she says, in between fits of hysterical laughter and tears streaming down her face, "Just bend your legs, Sara!!!"

Know what I got stuck under?

The price checker they mount to an end cap beam, kind of like this one.
I'll just take my "Queen of Air Heads" patch at this time. And this my dear lambwhores and goatsluts? Is why I'm qualified to be your leader.

12 comments:

Krysten @ After 'I Do' said...

I bow down to you, lol.

The Insatiable Host said...

Yah! I have nothing here. Just wow! Lol. This certainly qualifies you to be a leader lol!

slushygirl said...

All hail the Queen! You crack me up.

Danielle said...

I just peed a little in my pants. But yes, I guess this is definitely why you are my leader!! love it!

Sadako said...

Oh yikes! Cute story, though. Kind of reminds me of that Full House where the kid DJ's babysitting gets stuck in the railings...

Deeps!! said...

lol, Hail o Queen of airheads! U rule!!:)

Sara said...

You are hysterical! Um, how tall were you at age 12? Oompa loompa size?

Smart Ass Sara said...

FYI- I swear that I am NOT oompa loompa size! The scanner was much higher on the wall. So I think I was like just barely cracking 5 feet tall- it was much higher on the wall people. ;)

Natacha said...

Amazing how our parents remember the most embarrassing stuff more often than our awesome stuff... what's with that?!

Mom Taxi Julie said...

I remember walking along outside some stores with my mom and looking in the window of this neat store and walking STRAIGHT INTO A CONCRETE PILLAR. If it hadn't hurt so much I would have been totally mortified.

Ang said...

... So i'm crying a little... partially because i feel bad for you, but mostly because i can't stop laughing!!!

Another David said...

HAHAHAHAHA!!! One time, when i was about four, i was at the pool with my family. suddenly, i thought i was drowning. i started trashing around, screaming, crying for help. the lifeguard hops in, walks over to me, and tells me to stand up. i was in about 2' of water... wonderful.