Tiny Story #4

It happened again. It happened as I tried to figure out what to write a tiny story about. I wasn't paying attention. I was focused on the task. Actually task(s). Multitasking. Experts say you shouldn't do it but still, I do. 

It happened just as I was reaching for an old notebook filled with memories from my past, a treasure trove for a tiny story. I set down my covered water glass on a coaster. I always drink from an adult sippy cup. Read: covered to the max. Because I was looking fondly at my journal I set the cup down on the edge of the coaster. The glass tumbled onto my laptop dropping several droplets of water. I immediately jumped up turn the laptop over and turned it off.

This is not the first time. Hence the again. I've lost three laptops to liquid. Two to water and one to a glass of wine. Don't ask. It's a silly drunken story involving a guitar, a breezy summer night and plenty of fermented liquid. My laptops have also survived chai spills amongst many close calls with water.  

Despite this history you think I'd be even more careful. That'd I'd put water 10 feet away from any laptop. Maybe it's just that I'm hopeful that even at this  stage in life I can still change. I can become a more mindful, graceful person. 

Tiny Story #3

A month before the senior class was set loose on the world, the results of our class vote were released. There were many predictable results: Sandi, our homecoming queen, and truly lovely, was voted most beautiful. But there were a few upsets. Always thinking of myself as uncool and unnoticed, it was shocking to see my name listed for three categories for the girls: Biggest Mooch, Sexiest Voice and Most Talented.

The first award, though a joke, would haunt me for many years, making me strive to prove myself and loathing to ask for help when I needed it. It also lodged a thought in the back of my head: if I were a mooch, and being an artist was financially speculative at best, perhaps I should consider something more stable.

I readily discounted the latter two awards, reasoning that the pool of creative girls was so small that I got it by default. I was embarrassed. I felt like a fraud. I was certain I was an impostor. I started college a few months later as a music major but quickly dropped the program and went into some more practical.

It was many years before I'd get back to my creative roots. High school. It leaves a mark.

Tiny Story #2

When I was 21, I met Sam, this super cute guy at Chi-Chi's, the cheap Mexican food chain where my identical twin best friends and I hovered chips and salsa while nursing cheap margaritas at happy hour. When expressed interest in me, Laura, who worked with him, gave him my phone number and told him where I lived.

A few days later we were lounging in the twins' bedroom, wondering why Sam hadn't asked me out yet. Laura decided to call and ask what he was waiting for.

"I did ask her out. She said no!” 

Laura covered the phone and relayed the message.

“What? No he didn't. When?" 

He responded that he'd come by my house the day before and asked me out. I'd said no. He seemed like such a nice, genuine guy. To lie seemed...puzzling. 

That night at dinner my sister told me the oddest story. 

“I was at home when some guy came to the door. He asked me on a date. I had no idea who he was so I told him no.” 

Sam had asked out the wrong girl. Now, my sister and I looked nothing alike. I had long blonde hair, my sister had shorter, curly dark brown hair and is several inches taller.

The next time Laura saw him at work she told Sam of his mistake as his friends stood by. 

His friends chided him. "You idiot. You asked the wrong girl out." 

I eventually went on one half-hearted date with him before ignorng his phone calls. Did I really want to date a guy who didn't remember what I looked like?


Tiny Story #1

I’ve never done an April Fool’s Day prank. I made one joke on the holiday. And never again. 

When I was 8, my 10 year old brother and I joked that our older brother, born on April 1st, was an April Fools prank. At 12, he wasn’t offended. But he was street smart. So, he told my parents about the joke. We got in BIG trouble. And that’s why I’ve never done an April Fool’s Day Prank and don’t consider it a fun holiday. Even as an adult, it still feels like a day of punishment for me.

Childhood feelings. They can go on forever.