Melany, Kristin, Cathy, and Sarah.
It was--oh, probably junior year. We were at the mall. My friends followed me into a jewelry store to get my mother's old ring sized on my finger. I perched on a stool while the nice lady behind the counter helped me. My friends watched, making fun of my stubby digits. Business complete, I thanked the nice lady and we walked out of the store, whereupon they all three turned on me at once and yelled,
OH MY GOD, KRISTIN!!!!!I have never felt so absolutely clueless.
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!!!!
WHAT??? WHAT DID I DO???And they pointed down at the left leg of my GAP shorts, and there on the lavender denim was a pea-sized dark dab of drool.
YOU DROOLED IN FRONT OF THAT NICE LADY IN THE STORE!!!!
I DID NOT!!!!
YES YOU DID!!!! DIDN'T YOU SEE THE WAY SHE LOOKED AT YOU FUNNY???
SHE DID NOT!!!!
YES SHE DID!!!! WHEN YOU WERE SITTING THERE TALKING TO HER, A STRING OF DROOL CAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, HUNG THERE OFF YOUR LIP FOR A SECOND, THEN FELL!!!
IT DID NOT!!!!
YES IT DID!!! SEE????
I'm pretty sure if you look up "mortification" in the dictionary, you'll find a picture of my face at that moment.
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