So today, coming back from my driving lesson, I felt really energized and decided that with the ephemerally marvelous weather I would be wasting away at home. So off to prospect park on a biking trek, I resolved. I shimmied quickly into my sweats and grabbed my ipod, next proceeding to tape a water bottle to the longest panel of my bike because the water fountains at the park don't work yet and my bike lacks a incredibly useful water bottle compartment that you would assume a mountain bike would be equipped with.
There's a pesky cable lock that's always grazing against my inner thigh that I've been meaning to take off my bike that requires a key to unlock it; a key I didn't have.
So I asked my mom, who was currently in the bathroom, if she could give it to me when she got out. Twenty seconds later the door opens and I lay eyes on my disheveled mother in her confused glory as she totters out with her zipper and the button of her jeans undone.
Now, this isn't unusual for a woman of her unrefined nature, however, when i asked again if she knew where the key was and her response came as " I know where a lot of things are," followed by a messy stagger into the hallway, i felt the earth slowly tilting off its anchored axis.
She handed me the keys and sloppily made her way towards some other end of the house. I told her she should take a nap to which she replied " There are a lot of things I should do."
I thought I was the 18 year old.
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