Fail

This is going to be a quick post... I just need to tell you about my recent failure of epic proportions.

A little while ago my dad kicked me off the computer so he could look up videos on youtube about how to grill corn.  >.<

So I went into my room and made my bed, straightened up a little, etc.  About 10 minutes later I come out and my dad is no longer at the computer.  Therefore, I assume he is outside grilling his corn with his newfound knowledge, like he said he was going to be doing after he finished with the computer.  I look out the window and think to myself "hey, it's really nice looking out!" So I decide to go outside and watch my dad grill some corn for a while.

(Yes thats how bored I've been... don't judge.)

I slip on a pair of my moms shoes because I'm too lazy to go and get mine.   So I go out the back door and shut it a little behind me, but then remember that mom is always yelling at me for letting bugs in by not shutting the door all the way.  I shut the door completely.

I then walk out and around the corner of the porch to where the grill and my dad are.  But when I get there, there is no father, and the grill isn't on or anything.  'Well that was dumb of me.' I think.  I turn and go back inside, but the door is locked.  So I go around to the front door.  That one's locked too.

Naturally, I knock.  And wait.
And wait some more.
Then I knock again.
And wait.
And notice a large poisonous looking spider sitting on the door.
And knock again, far away from Mr. Spider.
And wait.
I begin to wonder why my father would have the urge to grill corn at 10:00 on a Sunday morning in the first place.
And then I wait some more.
I realize that since mom thinks I'm in my room, she is probably assuming that the person knocking on the door is a telemarketer.
Then I realize that telemarketers are the people who call you and try to get you to buy stuff- but instead of walking around in the sunlight and fresh air they sit in an office and eat fast food while they call you and try to get your money.
I also realize that the mobile telemarketers need a name
I knock again
I wait
I decided to name them pedimarketers.

By now about 10 or 15 minutes have gone by.

Then the door opens.  It's my mother.  She looks surprised to see me, as she thought I was in my room.  She probably thought the knocking was a pedimarketer.  

"..."
"I was outside- I wanted to go see if dad was grilling."
"He's on the porch shucking corn."
"Oh."
"How long were you out there?"
"A while.  These flip flops are really comfy.  Where'd you get them?"
"(names store where they came from which I can't remember)"
"Neat."
"Ok"
"Ok"
"Come with me"

Mom proceeded to demonstrate to me how the lock on the door worked.  30 minutes of my summer vacation down the toilet.