Kiss Goodbye Your First Kiss
(I am six. My sister is nine and bossy. My mother works for her friend, who has two boys our age. We play together in their huge backyard.)
Sister: “Let’s play ‘Grownups’!”
Me: “How do you play it?”
Sister: “We pair up and have a double wedding.”
(We have a pretend wedding with the boys. Then, I notice my sister smiling at me funny.)
Me: “What?”
Sister: “You have to kiss him.”
Me: “No way! Ew!”
Sister: “You have to; he’s your husband!”
Me: “You and [Other Boy] didn’t!”
Sister: “We did; you weren’t looking.”
Me: “Yuck.”
(Somehow she was able to convince me to kiss my friend. It was just a peck, but it felt weird and nasty. I couldn’t understand why adults did it. She laughed and laughed. Much later, I realized that she had lied, and I still haven’t forgiven her for tricking me into using up my first kiss!)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
