Party’s Over

According to Mags and ODNT host a bi-weekly prompt, and I’m playing!

Tell us in 57 WORDS OR LESS about a time you were caught 
red-handed, like a rat in a trap, with your hand in the cookie jar.

ketchup with usFrustratingly dry night in high school. No one to buy booze. I’ll sneak home, nip some from parents’ stash. Through kitchen door, Dad’s eyes trained on blaring TV. Stool to tall cabinet, bottle in hand, and out, quiet as night. Back to party, celebrating victory. Phone rings. Dad. I forgot to put the stool back. Party’s over.

15 thoughts on “Party’s Over

  1. He shouldn't have told you how he knew! Then he probably could have caught you over and over … and had you thinking he had a hidden camera. :)Great entry. Thanks for linking up!

  2. I can totally picture your dad as I read your words. I loved this, but the best part, is as I was reading it on the ads at the bottom of the page is for stools. HA HA

  3. Reminds me of a story your grandpa told me about letting his fourth born sit at the cop shop for the evening (while finishing watching Bonanza) after he was caught with some form of recreational illicits.

  4. Nothing got past that guy. I can totally see him in that chair, formulating his plan. He totally knew what your dummy ass was doing, let you do it, get all the way back to the party only to bust you at the most opportune moment. Classic Mike.

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