The Shy Guy

So in or around grade 7 I am sitting at home minding my own business (we all know what happens when I do that!!) and at my door appears a biker gang looking for me. (ok so they were dirt bikes....but at 12 that was somewhat cool) My mother who was cooking dinner something of which contained onions answers the door wearing her construction safety goggles and proceeds to call me down stairs to the door where my fan club awaited. In they march like we were the best of  friends, the only problem was I knew none of their names??? I'd seen them around school they were all a grade older than me and as I proceeded to act cool and like I knew them, all I could think of was where in the hell was my yearbook and who and the hell were these dudes?!! Of course just as I thought I was about to escape this awkward situation my MOTHER (who was probably about 4 rum in) INVITE them to stay for dinner. SUPER DUPER. Of Course none of my trusty sidekicks were there for some god forsaken reason so I was ON MY OWN with this team. The entire time one was trying to outdo the other to get my attention and as time SLOWLY ticked on there was one sitting back not saying a word except to answer any of my moms questions with excruciatingly polite answers. We will call him the "shy guy". Now of course anybody that knows me knows I am not going to let him get away with this for long. That's when I zoomed in and focused on this "biker" that had snuck off on his dirt bike to come see me without his moms permission ( I found that out later) After I assume was a million witty and brilliant remarks and comments towards him and him turning 18 different shades of red and purple the "gang" decided it was time to go. THANK YOU GOD I thought now I can see who the hell these freaks are that are about to ride off into the sunset, except it wasn't really a sunset it was starting to pour rain. Well of course my mother could not let them leave unprotected OH NO that would not do!!!! In her garage were 3 more pair of safety goggles!! Exactly like the ones she was wearing to cut onions when she answered the door so elegantly! Yes that's right the kind with the elastic!!! How could we possibly let them ride off knowing their eyes were unprotected?? What kind of human would let THAT happen??? So after I cringed and crawled out from under the table half dead of embarrassment off they went with their very cool construction safety goggles !  "Nice boys Cindy, what were their names?" my mom asks. SIGH !!! Of course the story doesn't end there... and I think we all know why.... NICE BOYS return safety goggles!!