Anything to party…

Oh boy. I’m almost scared to admit the bad thing I did in high school…I mean, I look back and I’m like, “How could I have done that?”

Yeah, well, hindsight’s 20/20 right?

So, I wanted to hang with friends and go to a party, but I totally had to work. I couldn’t very well play sick to get out of it, because then the folks would make me stay at home.

And I’d rather go to work if you know what I mean.

So….I got ready, headed to work, only I never really got there. I’d snuck a phone call to my boss and told them my grandmother had died and I couldn’t come to work.

Then I went out and partied.

Later in the evening my friend tells me, “Your mom called my mom looking for you. You’re in deep s**t.”

Yes, a stream of curses flowed like a river from my mouth.

But really, there wasn’t anything I could do other than fess up because my FOLKS had gone to where I worked to eat (I worked at Arby’s back then) and my co-workers were all like, “Oh, I’m sorry about your mom.”

**hangs head in shame**

What a horrible thing I did. I so deserved to get caught.  So glad not to be a slave to the impulses of a teenage mind and body.

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About Lynn Rush

New York Times/USA Today bestselling author, chocolate addict & ultra runner. Agent: Nicole Resciniti of The Seymour Agency
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2 Responses to Anything to party…

  1. jeff7salter says:

    Wow … what awful luck, to have your folks choose that night to eat at your workplace.
    The really practiced liars usually add layers of distance and disconnection … just to prevent that very kind of thing. LOL.
    So, I guess that means you were an amateur liar … which is good.


  2. YIPES, Lynn. I would’ve gotten in the same kind of trouble as I’m not good at fibs either. Thanks for sharing what has to be a painful and embarassing memory.


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