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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

...I'm gonna go to the place that's the best

I didn’t hear my cell phone when it first rang, as I had turned the ringer to “vibrate” earlier in the day when I had gone out to eat. It wasn’t until about 7:30pm that I had noticed that I had a missed call.

“Oh! My dad called me.” I said out loud to my boyfriend, John, who was sitting next to me, watching TV. “I better call him back.”

Ring, ring, ring…

“Hello?
“Hi, Daddy. Is everything ok? I see that I missed two of your calls. What’s going on?”
“Oh,” he replied, “everything is fine. I just wanted to remind you that today is Holy Saturday. You need to get John wet.”
I began to laugh, yet tried to play off our conversation like we were just having a casual talk, for my boyfriend, was sitting next to me while my dad was reminding me of our great Mexican tradition.

John had not yet been privy to the antics of my father, who is well known for his little pranks and jokes that he likes to play on friends and family. I had warned John in the past about things that my dad had done in jest. Getting people wet on Holy Saturday was included on the list. But since John had never experienced any of it first hand, he had always ignored my stories, writing them off as folklore. Because of this, I knew that John was oblivious to the fact that it was indeed Holy Saturday, and that it was my duty, to not only obey my father, but to honor the grand traditions of my culture and religion.

But how was I going to lure John into the lion’s den? How would I set my trap? My mind thought rapidly as I came up with a plan to not only get John wet, but to avoid getting my house wet. The time was approaching 8pm, so I knew that it would seem suspicious if I had tried to get John to walk outside….

Finally, I came up with a plan inclusive to both my cleanliness and mischievous ways.

I got up, walked to the master bathroom, filled up a glass with water, and held it in my hand, as if it were my drinking glass.

“JOHN!” I yelled out into the hallway, “Can you come to the bathroom? There’s something weird crawling in the bathtub!”

Knowing that I am deathly terrified of all creatures that possess more than 4 legs, John hastily walked to the back of the house, entering the master bathroom.

“What is it?” he asked.
“I don’t know. But it’s in the corner of the tub. Look!” I exclaimed as I pointed my finger into the back corner of the tub.

And just as John was leaning over the tub to get a better look, I poured my glass of water over his head.

And when he looked up at me, with an angry face and yelled, “WHY DID YOU DO THAT???” I replied, “My dad made me do it. That’s why he called. And who am I to disobey my father?”

:-)

John has already marked Holy Saturday on his 2010 calendar as his day of revenge.

posted by The Merry Widow at 5:43 PM | 4 comments
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