Telling the truth- take two.

Telling the truth

I was 20 years old, spending the summer working as a retail associate at a Bath & Body Works in the local mall. I was tired, and hung over from being out late the night before. I was sick of standing for hours at a time, sick of having to be friendly to rude customers, and really sick of the smell of vanilla body lotion.

I remember that my boss was pretty annoyed that I had a personal phone call at work. I guess she let me take the call because it was my dad. He said he was calling to make sure that I would be home that evening after work, since he had something that he wanted to speak to me about. It was highly unusual for my dad to call me at work, as our conversations were generally relegated to the obligatory hellos and how were your days as we passed one another in the hallway. Anyway, he said he wanted to talk about money. I said I'd be home, and we hung up.

Almost as soon as I got off the phone I forgot that my dad had even called. Several hours later, after a breezy night drive with the windows down and the music blaring, I pulled into the driveway and saw through the front window that my mom and dad were sitting at the kitchen table. It was only then that I remembered they wanted to speak with me, and I figured it really had nothing to do with money. I was right.