I hope no one ever experiences what I so unfortunately experienced recently.
It happened in the kitchen. You see, our oven doubles as a storage place because Ethiopian women have more pots and pans than they’ll ever use in one lifetime. So we stuff the oven with “extras” when there’s no where else for them to go and empty it out to bake brownies or other delicious fatteners.
So I was bent over reloading the oven and trying to strategically put everything back into its place when my youngest sister came up behind me. I think she was trying to get my attention but was still starring at the T.V. and instead of tapping me like she thought she was doing she ended up tickling my butt.
It startled the heebee jeebees out of me because believe it or not you don’t really laugh when your butt is tickled. I jumped because I thought something crawled down my crack and she screamed because she’s just jumpy.
So I have been officially violated in the most awkward way. Everybody experiences the accidental butt brush or smack, but only I can say “My name is Amira and I have been butt tickled.”
still not laughing,
amira
