“ME FIRST!
Over a sandy hill he flew and…
Kerplop.
He landed face to face with a small creature with a bump on her nose and fur on her toes.”
Wait.
I lower the book I’m reading to Ford and look at my feet. Neatly clipped and painted toenails and…
Gasp!
Hair on my toes! Just like the “sand witch” Pinkerton runs into. How did I miss that? And how long have I been walking around with hairy toes frightening small children and grossing out my friends? More importantly, why didn’t anyone TELL ME?
There have been other times someone didn’t tell me:
Leaving the Student Center one day at Carson-Newman, I ran into the super cute kicker from the football team.
“Hey Bryan,” I said tilting my head and flashing a flirty smile.
“Hey, Libby,” and he headed straight into the building.
Next along came Ore, also an attractive football player.
“Hey Libby! You have something on your face.”
Not something. A gigantic chunk of chocolate was perched on top of my upper lip. Nice!
“Thanks for telling me, Ore!”
After teaching private swim lessons, I talked with my student’s mother for at least five minutes. I turned to her daughter to say goodbye.
She said, “You have a big booger on your nose.”
Really? Thank goodness the 7-year-old had enough decency to TELL ME!
Cliff’s college buddy came by the house one day when Alice was little. I was enjoying the mature, adult conversation after spending all day with a three-year-old playing Princess dress up. About 20 minutes into the visit, I realized I was still wearing the large, plastic dangly earrings with the beautiful pink and purple “diamonds.”
“Why didn’t ya’ll tell me I was still wearing these?”
“I just thought you wanted to dress up for Cisco.”
Seriously?
I think it is sweet that my friends want to spare my feelings by NOT pointing out my flaws…
However, if you EVER see me with hair on my toes, boogers on my nose, chunks of chocolate on my face or questionable, tacky jewelry on my body,
Please
TELL ME!!!!
