Scuttle-BUTT

I suddenly remembered an incident and couldn’t help to write it down.

Few days before Christmas my mother agreed to bring us to the nearest and cheapest salon we could find to get our hairs trimmed. The haircutter kept on telling me “you have thin hair.” So I, on the other hand, kept on replying “that’s one of my biggest problems.” In just thirty minutes or so my sister and I were already done. Our mother, on the other hand was still getting her hair treated.

I didn’t want to stay there while customers kept on coming in. The new customers were already standing and giving us you-better-get-your-asses-off-these-chairs-or-I’ll-kick-you-out. I asked my sister if she could ask “mommy to give us some money so we can eat in Jollibee. We’ll just go back for her later.”

We walked from that parlor to Jollibee. We only had P50 pesos to spend so we have to be as frugal as possible. While thinking of what combo meal to order with that amount of cash I went to the restroom to pee. 

“Am I dreaming? Why am I seeing an old woman’s butt” I said to myself. I stared at the cellulite-infested butt for such a long while as if I was being hypnotized. Then suddenly a scream woke me up “What! I left the door open!” said the old lady. I immediately went in the other cubicle.

That night, after dinner I shared what I saw that afternoon with my sister, mother and aunt. “Yeah! There was an old lady who kept on saying that she left the door open while she was taking a leak. I didn’t know that it was you looking at her oldie butt” my sister told me. And we all laughed.