Date added: zaterdag 20 september 2014
True story. Although, if I say "true story", I may be building it up too much. You are not going to say "My God, I can't believe that really happened!" at the end of this. I just mean it was an actual event. Actually, 'event' is a very big word too, but anyway... I was about 16 or 17 years old and we were sitting at the kitchen table; my dad, my mother, by brother and I and a guest. Probably a neighbour or friend or relative... I can't remember. It doesn't matter for this story. We were talking about how in our family we all had our own - It was an aunt. I remember now. - toothbrush.
"I always use the green one," I said. "My brush is the blue one," said my brother. "Mine's the yellow one," said my mother. (Obviously leaving the more popular colours for her boys.) We all looked at my dad who thought for half a second and then decided that he didn't care enough to lie about this and admitted: "I always just take the first brush I see. I wouldn't know which colour is mine." "I suspected as much," said my mother. "I saw that your red one looked suspisiously unused." :-)