Back in middle school, I got sick the day of the big family & friends outing to the Ren Faire. I had been REALLY excited, but after I puked all morning, my parents said I couldn't go. They still went, darn it.

When I ran out of meds, I called Mom's cell phone... only one of those "in character" a-holes took her phone, presumably looking at it in mock wonder.

"Are you a genie?" he asked in a stupid accent.

"What? No. Please let me talk to my mom! I AM SICK."

"If you aren't a genie, how are you talking to me from inside this little box?"

That was the day I vowed to never, ever go to the Ren Faire.

--Contributing Editor Micki Grover

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