Katy, 9 or 10 years old, about 1989
I had a rainbow record player with a few records I loved. I know and I had a favorite duet he bought me the record of, but I can’t remember what it was. Anyway, I would jam out to these records like crazy.
Once as I was dancing around my room, listening to records, I decided to snack on my favorite dill chips. Dad thought he would be sly and sneak some disgusting bread and butter chips into my snack. As soon as I put one of them in my mouth, my taste buds registered the wrong taste. Pickle spewed everywhere. I don’t know if any got on Dad, but he was there, belly-laughing in the doorway at my overreaction.
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