HOW EMBARRASSING

Today I was doing my hair in the bathroom, and my mother was watching "Are you smarter than a 5th grader" on the TV down the hall.

I don't know what the question is, but she's yelling "BIKE. ITS BIKE YOU IDIOT" at the TV.
I mean, I do a lot of trivia-tv-yelling too, so I'm not complaining,
but I guess I was in a bitchy mood today
because after hearing her yell "BIKE. ITS BIKE,"
(JAKAL. ITS A JAKAL.)
a few too many times
(Seriously, how long can it take for the guy on the TV to just answer the question?)
I yell down the hall
"BUT MOTHER, WHAT IF IT IS NOT BIKE?"

(Philosophy, ugh.)

There is a silence.

Pause.

Pause.

My mother yells "SERIOUSLY? HOW IS IT 'GARAGE'?"

I guess it wasn't bike.

But she was so sure!

Did I jynx it?

Now I know she had the wrong answer.

This kind of situation ranks second on the Unfortunate Scale, beaten only by the Non-Mutual-Lingering-High-Five incident.

Tell 'em, Bill.