The Inspection

The power socket in my room sizzled and popped a few days ago and hasn't been working since, and I'm a little too scared to use it. My mom had called for an electrician but she never told me when they'd be coming to fix it.

Of course, they came on one of the hottest nights that month so I had stripped down to my birthday suit. Well, that morning I was laying on my stomach and heard someone coming into my room and setting things down. I knew who it was without having to look and as I came to my senses I became aware of the draught blowing over my exposed cheeks pointing right at him. I tried my best to pretend to be asleep as he continued working.

Roughly 10 mortifying minutes later my mom came in and instantly saw me and came over to cover me up, whilst apologizing quietly. I just pretended to stay asleep until he was gone. Why do they always have the worst timing ever.

Later that evening I had almost forgotten about it until my mom brought it up and I had to pretend to be shocked, but I was reminded of the genuine embarrassment. I just hope she never calls that electrician again.