I saw a commercial for Pizza Hut today, and it reminded me of the summer that Emily and I went to visit my Uncle Tom and Aunt Jane. It was yeaaaarrrssss ago--- I think it was the summer before I went into 5th grade, and Emily would have been going into 1st grade. I don’t know exactly why we spent a week there---- I think mother just wanted us out of her hair for a week. Uncle Tom and Aunt Jane lived in Birmingham, and in my 11 year old eyes, they were millionaires. Their house was enormous. I think Emily kept calling it a castle, which Uncle Tom got a huge kick out of. It was a fun week--- even aside from the infamous matching plaid outfits Aunt Jane bought us. (That’s a story for another blog though.)
One night while we were there we went to Pizza Hut and a huge storm came up out of nowhere. Emily had to go to the bathroom, and insisted on going by herself because she was a “big girl”. Not ten seconds after she went in there, there was a huge BOOM of thunder and the lights went out. If you've never been in a Pizza Hut when the lights went out, let me tell you... it is DARK. And all you could hear was a piercing, blood curdling shriek coming from the bathroom. I never knew such a horrible sound could come from a six year old. I think the lights were out for all of ten seconds, and we got Emily and tried to calm her down. Of course by now she had an audience and was in her element, crying her eyes out and wailing about how she was so scared. Being 11, and being used to her dramatics, I was embarrassed at the scene she was causing and told her to quit acting like a baby. I got scolded for being “mean” to the "sweet little baby girl" and Emily got another hug and some kind of dessert pizza. Which she didn’t like because it had apples on it, so we stopped for ice cream instead.
I miss the little brat.
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