Crusty underpants

I am not a person that you would consider a bully. 

In fact, I’m the person that usually stands up for the underdog.

Probably because I was a person that tended to get picked on in school.

But there was this one time….

I was pretty young, maybe seven or eight.  There was this girl at church that my group of friends didn’t really care for, and so they decided to start calling her “crusty underwear”, and I of course followed along.

True story.  It happened. I’m not proud.

I don’t know how or WHY we came up with this name for her, but it stuck.

One Sunday night after the service we were playing freeze tag while waiting for our parents to finish talking, and just kept on picking on her, and chasing her around calling her crusty underwear.

Well, she went and told her parents, who went and told MY parents, who made me apologize (even though I’m pretty sure they got a good chuckle out of it).

The irony of this situation is that we ended up becoming BFF’s when we got into High School. 

We’ve ended up on different ends of the country, and don’t really stay in contact much anymore, and even though I realize NOW that it’s not nice to call people names, I still crack up laughing every time I think about it.

The Moral of the story? 

It should be that if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.  Or don’t follow the crowd make your own decisions.  Ya know, something along those lines.  But if I still think it’s funny, was I ever really sorry to begin with? 

HB(N)—If you’re reading this—This is kind of those “sorry” but “not sorry” kind of moments, because I’m pretty sure that at the time, I was MORE sorry that I got caught because tattled on me that I was that we were calling you crusty underwear.  But, I am glad that we were friends throughout High school!  XOXO!