When I graduated from High School, I did something unusually and probably students in my class may not remember it at all. It happened 31 years ago, here’s the story:
Our mascot was the eagle. Not the real Eagle. No did I not. People have dirty minds.
Oh well, it was the costume. No one knew I was in the Eagle Costume. I did not steal it, but I borrowed it. It was laying around in the girl’s locker room. Luckily, the girls were outside cheering for the basketball game. It was my first time in a girl’s locker room. I did not see anything. But the shower was running. No, I did not peek. Maybe a little. I was curiosity. So, I saw it. Whew. It was big and cute. Not that big, cute, and petite. She was our high school homecoming queen, Stacy Class; every guy wanted her. And I was the cute dorky student that no one knew. I had a picture of her in my locker. Her locker was next to mine.
I put on the costume; the costume needed to be dry clean. How could Stacy wear this costume? I saw some air freshener nearby. I think it was air-freshener, it read “Michael Jackson’s perfume.” So, if I spray it, will it make me dance like Michael Jackson? Let’s see what happened.
I sprayed it, and the odor of the costume did not help. I grabbed a cloth, I think it was a cloth, but it will do. It was someone bra. Smell good. So, I used it as a gas mask for I could breathe fresh air and I was good. I put the head of the Eagle on, and I got the panty hose for the Eagle’s legs.
And I walked out; people were cheering for me because I was underneath the Eagle costume. I did the moon walk like Michael Jackson would do, and the audience went wild with it. Maybe the Michael Jackson perfume did work on me.
Then I heard Stacy voice from the girl’s locker room.
“Who are you? I am coming for you” Stacy said.
I turned my beak around, and I saw Stacy staring at me.
Would you believe she was wearing a cheerleader outfit without no bra and wet hair? She charged at me. I ran around the court, and she was chasing me. The audience was laughing and cheering for either of us.
Then I tripped, and she landed on top of my back. She flipped me over and took off my mask, and she found her bra on my face. She took that off too.
“What are you doing?” Stacy said. She was on top of me.
“I got laid?” I said, smiling. I was on the ground.
The crowd laugh. She was embarrassed.
It was hysterical.