I was doing my thing getting ready for the day. I was in the middle of plucking my eyebrows
(which is kinda weird I just told you that but whatev) when the phone rings
♪ ring ring
And it was my old piano teacher who lives in our nieghborhood.
HISTORY LESSON: Chelsie took piano lessons when she was like 8 or around there. A long time ago and really disliked it....hated it. I was 8 ok? If it requires hard work of course Im gonna hate it, I was still practically a baby. Anyways, I eventually quit cause I could care less about it anymore.
Fast forward to present day now. I recieve this phone call and my piano teacher is looking for my mom
Shes not here
So we sit and chat for a moment when she says...
'Ya know, you were one of my failures.'
Ummm what? What am I supposed to say to that?
Now before anyone gets angry with this sweet old lady lets remember one thing...SHES OLD. So I let her continue on with her explanation. She goes on to say that she wished she wouldve pushed me more and worked harder on me and blah blah blah. So she took the blame for it but still....that doesnt mean it wasnt awkward.
Moral of the story: Watch out for old women, theyre awkward too.
Now before anyone gets angry with this sweet old lady lets remember one thing...SHES OLD. So I let her continue on with her explanation. She goes on to say that she wished she wouldve pushed me more and worked harder on me and blah blah blah. So she took the blame for it but still....that doesnt mean it wasnt awkward.
Moral of the story: Watch out for old women, theyre awkward too.
1 comment:
Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaail.
That's okay, I'm a preschool dropout. We all have our flaws.
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