Week 26.
I must avoid a place called Comalapa at all costs. This is due to a conversation I overheard between my mother and her friends where she basically said that while in US soil she can't really discipline me, but will keep track of my pecadilloes on a notepad and break it out when we get there, along with the belt. The irony of it all is I thought I had avoided any potential physical abuse by not going anywhere near the Taliban.
In any case, I have put two and two together and that's the name of the airport (I remember this from our trip a few weeks ago). This is my concern: What happens in Comalapa stays in Comalapa. People see others whacking their kids with chancletas, belts or whatever the parental figure has at hand and no one says boo. Well mother, I am on to you. Maybe you should have laid off the DHA, I am WAY too smart for you already. I have it figured out- I'll just steal the list.HA HA.
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