Gad Shimron once said, " In espionage, like in police work, there is nothing better than having a woman accomplice on hand..." In high school and college there was nothing like having a whole crew of girls, your best friends being an accomplice to espionage especially to the high school morp dance. (Girls choice dance.)There was a huge group of people going, and I did not want to be one of those people. I hated school dances. Really. Especially the dancing part, and the asking part. And the awkward door scene.
For some reason manda, erin, and jana decided not to go. We decided we were all going to try our hand at espionage. We got the plans of the big group. They were going to a big park, and a house later that night for night games. So that night we all piled in the sea foam green skeen van. We had our special black clothing and binoculars, and I think we had walkie talkies. If not, what were we thinking! Nonetheless so we got to oak lawn park and ran through the trees and we spied. Nobody saw us. And I don’t know if they would have cared personally, I think it was fun just running through the trees. I remember it was gorgeous! The barker field. It had been raining and there we stood surrounded by fields and mist. And jana was blowing our cover. She had a black sweater, with a white shirt underneath, and she took it off to cover her hair because she did not want to straighten her hair the next day, well that was another matter. So we got out of there, and decided to go to the house that everyone was meeting at later that night to play night games.
I remember I had my new Ralph Lauren shorts on. Everyone else was in jeans. It was dark and we had to climb fences. Which make me nervous. I am gangly and awkward. Well as we were spying, and it all happened so quickly. I remember being chased, more importantly, someone said that someone saw us, and they began to chase us, but I am pretty sure what they saw was their shadow or a cat. It most defiantly was our imaginations. Maybe someone ‘thought’ we were being chased to make it all too exciting. I remember we had to hop over that ghastly fence again. I was the last one. The only one wearing shorts. The fence was chain link with sharp twisters at the top. Nonetheless, I got caught; I did not clear the fence. And there I was hanging in midair, not by my britches but by the skins of my hide.
This is what I do remember clearly, I remember laughter and lots of it. And I had to yell for them to get me down. Finally from what seemed like hours as they gained their composure, they got me off of the fence. I told them I was injured. Because I hurt real bad. They looked and saw one tiny gash. They then proceeded to tell me I was a wimp yadda yadda yadda. The night was over for me. I remember thinking why does it hurt so much? That tiny gash, couldn’t be causing this much discomfort? I asked them to take me home; they said they would only after we stopped to wash the van. It was covered in mud from our excursions.
I was dropped off and hurting real bad. But I took one for the team. (I kept telling myself that.) The first thing I did was go to the bathroom, dropped my britches and looked in the mirror, to see 3 large long gashes. Then the tiny scratch. I screamed in horror. My shorts were ruined, with holes, and blood, and my hide was gashed open and not just 1 gash but 3 long ones. My mom comes running in; I show her. She sleepily tells me I am okay, and tomorrow morning, first thing, we will go to the emergency room. I thought to myself, "Mother, it is not like we’re going to get an egg mcmuffin in the morning; I am wounded, and severely." I realized then how hardcore my mother was. She really was just tired. But still. (I was bleeding, but it was just oozing; nothing deadly, but still.)
That morning I for some reason put on chirstmas underwear. I, being naive, thought nobody would look down there. I do not know what I was thinking; I was going to the emergency room for that area alone. What did I think would happen? We go, and I remember having to tell my story 3 times. To the register nurse. The girl who took me back, and the doctor. The doctor checked me out, and he says…oohhhh. You really did yourself a number didn’t you! Nonetheless they could not stitch it up; it had been longer then a specific amount of hours, but he cleaned me up and ordered a tetanus shot.
As he is doing this, all kinds of people are coming in and out, and the doctor goes out to get something, and I hear him say, that girl in there is wearing chirstmas boxers! Telling all the folks he saw. Nonetheless I am laying on my stomach and the nurse is trying to give me a shot. I could not relax my arm. I was so nervous, he couldn’t give me the shot. My hide was exposed, and I was mortified, but everyone else just laughed. And I said to myself what I always said in situations like these since I was 7 or 8, “We’ll get em’; we’ll get those bastards!” -the tall one
For some reason manda, erin, and jana decided not to go. We decided we were all going to try our hand at espionage. We got the plans of the big group. They were going to a big park, and a house later that night for night games. So that night we all piled in the sea foam green skeen van. We had our special black clothing and binoculars, and I think we had walkie talkies. If not, what were we thinking! Nonetheless so we got to oak lawn park and ran through the trees and we spied. Nobody saw us. And I don’t know if they would have cared personally, I think it was fun just running through the trees. I remember it was gorgeous! The barker field. It had been raining and there we stood surrounded by fields and mist. And jana was blowing our cover. She had a black sweater, with a white shirt underneath, and she took it off to cover her hair because she did not want to straighten her hair the next day, well that was another matter. So we got out of there, and decided to go to the house that everyone was meeting at later that night to play night games.
I remember I had my new Ralph Lauren shorts on. Everyone else was in jeans. It was dark and we had to climb fences. Which make me nervous. I am gangly and awkward. Well as we were spying, and it all happened so quickly. I remember being chased, more importantly, someone said that someone saw us, and they began to chase us, but I am pretty sure what they saw was their shadow or a cat. It most defiantly was our imaginations. Maybe someone ‘thought’ we were being chased to make it all too exciting. I remember we had to hop over that ghastly fence again. I was the last one. The only one wearing shorts. The fence was chain link with sharp twisters at the top. Nonetheless, I got caught; I did not clear the fence. And there I was hanging in midair, not by my britches but by the skins of my hide.
This is what I do remember clearly, I remember laughter and lots of it. And I had to yell for them to get me down. Finally from what seemed like hours as they gained their composure, they got me off of the fence. I told them I was injured. Because I hurt real bad. They looked and saw one tiny gash. They then proceeded to tell me I was a wimp yadda yadda yadda. The night was over for me. I remember thinking why does it hurt so much? That tiny gash, couldn’t be causing this much discomfort? I asked them to take me home; they said they would only after we stopped to wash the van. It was covered in mud from our excursions.
I was dropped off and hurting real bad. But I took one for the team. (I kept telling myself that.) The first thing I did was go to the bathroom, dropped my britches and looked in the mirror, to see 3 large long gashes. Then the tiny scratch. I screamed in horror. My shorts were ruined, with holes, and blood, and my hide was gashed open and not just 1 gash but 3 long ones. My mom comes running in; I show her. She sleepily tells me I am okay, and tomorrow morning, first thing, we will go to the emergency room. I thought to myself, "Mother, it is not like we’re going to get an egg mcmuffin in the morning; I am wounded, and severely." I realized then how hardcore my mother was. She really was just tired. But still. (I was bleeding, but it was just oozing; nothing deadly, but still.)
That morning I for some reason put on chirstmas underwear. I, being naive, thought nobody would look down there. I do not know what I was thinking; I was going to the emergency room for that area alone. What did I think would happen? We go, and I remember having to tell my story 3 times. To the register nurse. The girl who took me back, and the doctor. The doctor checked me out, and he says…oohhhh. You really did yourself a number didn’t you! Nonetheless they could not stitch it up; it had been longer then a specific amount of hours, but he cleaned me up and ordered a tetanus shot.
As he is doing this, all kinds of people are coming in and out, and the doctor goes out to get something, and I hear him say, that girl in there is wearing chirstmas boxers! Telling all the folks he saw. Nonetheless I am laying on my stomach and the nurse is trying to give me a shot. I could not relax my arm. I was so nervous, he couldn’t give me the shot. My hide was exposed, and I was mortified, but everyone else just laughed. And I said to myself what I always said in situations like these since I was 7 or 8, “We’ll get em’; we’ll get those bastards!” -the tall one
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