Fail Hard

Okay, okay, in fairness to the babysitter, she didn’t physically gash my open, but she did cause the chain of events that made me gash my eye open. From a young age, I really liked this girl that lived next door. I was young and in love(not really) and when I found out she was going to be my babysitter one night, I got excited, real excited. I was maybe 6 or 7 at the time, but I remember it rather vividly.

The night had come when I was going to get the whole evening to hang out with her. My parents had a nice evening planned out with friends and they deserved it after having put up with my failures. While I was bugging my parents as they got ready, I heard a glorious sound…the doorbell. I raced to the front door to see if it was her, and I saw that my sister had answered the door, so I raced back into my parents room to tell them they could leave. I took the corner into their bedroom really sharp(I was pretending I was a race car or something) and forgot about the dresser that was there. I managed to just catch the edge of the dresser…right above my eye. Gash! Blood! Night ruined! I managed to simultaneously ruin everyone’s evening in one fail. Babysitter didn’t get money for babysitting me, parents didn’t get to go out, and I still have a scar.

-Trent