Spring Break

"Danny, I was just calling to make sure you'll still be home Saturday to help that lady move".

My Dad's voice on my cellphone reminded me of just how spectacular my break would start. He knew I'd be there, I told him I would. He just wanted backup.

It sucked, it took all day, but there was one moment that I'll never forget.

My brothers and I were upstairs, trying to muscle-up so we could get the bed downstairs.

"1, 2, oh my god what is that?!"

I stood up and turned around to see what the big deal was. In the corner of the room we all thought was empty except for the bed, was a painting.

It was closest to me, so I picked it up.

No way. There is no way, I just picked up a painting of a naked lady.

But I had. And I couldn't just keep it to myself. I spun it around to show my brothers. Their faces filled with shock and they erupted with laughter.

But that laughter was soon replaced with disbelief. The realization set in. This painting was not here the last trip up. It was put here from somewhere else, by someone else. And the lady looked familiar. Oh my. The lady in the painting is the lady we're helping move.

I wasn't even for sure of the ladies' name! And now I've seen her naked?!

I would write more, but I'm getting a visual.