Every family has one
Sep. 29th, 2011 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
resonantGod, you guys, apparently today at work was Tell Your Family's Most Jerry Springer-esque Story Day!
First the White Sheep told me about the time when the kids at school teased her because they'd seen her stepfather, dead drunk, passed out on the way home from the liquor store with a couple of bottles in the basket of his bicycle. (Which he had been riding because he'd DWI'd himself out of a driver's license.)
Then, in an entirely separate conversation, Little Trouble told me about the time she was married to a guy for eight months because the two of them accidentally bonded when they witnessed a shooting together.
I didn't get a chance to tell my family's, but I'll tell you: After I left for college, my mother came home from work one day, unlocked the door, and was confronted by a six-foot teenage boy whom she had never met before. He was a friend of my brother, who had offered the house as a perfect place to hide a drug stash for a while, as long as somebody stuck around to guard it.
(I'm too introverted to have a whole lot of tales of trashy behavior that I personally participated in; probably I'd be less embarrassed to share my entire life story than to let my non-fannish friends get a look at my browser history.)
Now you!
First the White Sheep told me about the time when the kids at school teased her because they'd seen her stepfather, dead drunk, passed out on the way home from the liquor store with a couple of bottles in the basket of his bicycle. (Which he had been riding because he'd DWI'd himself out of a driver's license.)
Then, in an entirely separate conversation, Little Trouble told me about the time she was married to a guy for eight months because the two of them accidentally bonded when they witnessed a shooting together.
I didn't get a chance to tell my family's, but I'll tell you: After I left for college, my mother came home from work one day, unlocked the door, and was confronted by a six-foot teenage boy whom she had never met before. He was a friend of my brother, who had offered the house as a perfect place to hide a drug stash for a while, as long as somebody stuck around to guard it.
(I'm too introverted to have a whole lot of tales of trashy behavior that I personally participated in; probably I'd be less embarrassed to share my entire life story than to let my non-fannish friends get a look at my browser history.)
Now you!