At the dinner table each night, my father would regail us with stories from work. He often referred to his co-workers by last name. I thought it was amazing that one of the people he worked with was half man half woman. One night I mustered the courage to ask whether they were split down the middle, or at the waist. The table roared for minutes while I blushed. The co-workers name was "Sheehee".
A childhood belief about work
others believed things like this
- i used to believe that if there were bombings, that the world will split in half.. — kins
- I used to believe that your belly button was what held your top half to your bottom half...— Debelouwho
- when i was4 and a half i thought i would be 5 feet in kindergarten— Katrina S.
- I used to believe that there were red and black spiders underneath the table in the toilet.— Phil
- I used to think that the sleep in my eyes at the breakfast table were toast crumbs.— crawford
- An hour and a half is exactly the same as half an hourAnon