For those of you who read my TMI post yesterday, I have a confession to make:
it was truth or scare in disguise.
The entire story is true except the last paragraph. Though I was the waitress of the family in question, years after the camp events described, I did not contaminate their food with any of my bodily juices.
Confessing that the end of the story is untrue is not very fun. In fact, I feel my ego deflating a bit as I type this now.
I wish I was that person -- someone able to perform acts of sweet revenge.
But, in my six years (plus) as a waitress, I never once messed with anyone's food. I mean, I may have peed once mid-shift and neglected to wash my hands, but let's be honest -- who hasn't done that a time or two?
I'm crestfallen. Yesterday marks the first time I have fabricated a story for TMI Thursday.
(It's way more fun to tell the truth.)
I feel there is a penance to pay -- that I must redeem myself for the untruth that was told.
I think the only way to do this is to find out what you want to know.
Ask me the difficult questions, readers. Ask me anything your little hearts desire.
I will be accountable for answering them all. I've been wanting to do this for some time anyway, so don't hold back.
(Bring it on.)
it was truth or scare in disguise.
The entire story is true except the last paragraph. Though I was the waitress of the family in question, years after the camp events described, I did not contaminate their food with any of my bodily juices.
Confessing that the end of the story is untrue is not very fun. In fact, I feel my ego deflating a bit as I type this now.
I wish I was that person -- someone able to perform acts of sweet revenge.
But, in my six years (plus) as a waitress, I never once messed with anyone's food. I mean, I may have peed once mid-shift and neglected to wash my hands, but let's be honest -- who hasn't done that a time or two?
I'm crestfallen. Yesterday marks the first time I have fabricated a story for TMI Thursday.
(It's way more fun to tell the truth.)
I feel there is a penance to pay -- that I must redeem myself for the untruth that was told.
I think the only way to do this is to find out what you want to know.
Ask me the difficult questions, readers. Ask me anything your little hearts desire.
I will be accountable for answering them all. I've been wanting to do this for some time anyway, so don't hold back.
(Bring it on.)
Comments
Hmm, questions. Why did you choose to write literary fiction?
(i only ask because based on the "voice" you have in your blog, I would have pegged you to write something lighter that would give you more opportunity to use your sense of humor.)
Have a lovely week-end!
Betty xx
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