Patrick's Blue V-Neck

There are just some moments that define your relationship to people. I’m sure my sister sharting her pants is nothing new, but I remember the first time she did it. I was eight, she was 11.  I later realized that this one brief encounter would manifest the tone of our relationship for near 20+ years to come.   The setup is simple, and it’s this- our parents were getting divorced at the time and we shared a room. She claims she had food poising that night, but I call bullshit.
 
I remember she’d worked to make extra allowance so she could buy her own phone so she was able to talk to her boyfriend at night. It was on one of those fateful nights that we both shared an unfortunate moment. 
 
Because she was too poor to invest in a cordless, she was tethered to land line. At one point her boyfriend made joke about his dad trying to sell off-brand used cookies and laughed, farted, and then pooped. She was too embarrassed to admit it. She lied to me and denied it was her, continuing to talk to her boyfriend. 
 
She never had good taste in men either. Case and point, husband number one… actually the first two. I’m optimistic about number three. We’ll see. Maybe I’ll try to snag something of his next time I’m at their place for dinner.