I Almost Threw My Mom Out Of The Car Over A Piece Of Watermelon

On day 22, I snapped.

A few days ago my mom bought a container of pre-cut watermelon.

She sat in the passenger seat of the car beside me, a place either she or I have sat interchangeably for almost a month, chewing on the watermelon pieces, one at a time.

There was nothing different about the way she was chewing these particular pieces of watermelon from any of the many other things in many different states that we have chewed together.

But I heard it in state of the art, surround sound HD. “I realize this has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me,” I said. “But you need to stop eating that watermelon. Immediately.”