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 This story was possible thanks to a 16 year old lady.

We were staying at a hotel because my dad had a seminar that he needed to attend for work purposes. At the end of the seminar was a family dinner for the families of all the employees- it was a strictly black-tie event. 

The afternoon prior to the event, my younger brother got some gum and was enjoying himself- chewing it while he did everything from playing games to watching TV. (He really loved gum).

Afterwards he fell asleep in the bedroom of the suite we were staying in. 

Two hours to the event, I was in the parlor of the suite when I heard a cry from the bedroom. 

I rushed there panicking, with all sorts of scenarios in my head. 

Nothing prepared me for what I saw.

My aunt, my mom and my dad were all crowded around my brother with shaving sticks in their hand shaving off his hair.

Why?

The gum he'd been chewing all afternoon, somehow found its way into his hair, (all over his hair) from his mouth as he was sleeping.

He looked miserable during the dinner (though I don't particularly blame him, more than half his hair was gone, and not in the neatest of manners) .


Well, its safe to say he didn't chew gum for a looong time after that. 




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  1. JayhSeptember 16, 2021 at 6:41 AM

    Hilarious😀

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  2. UnknownSeptember 16, 2021 at 7:16 AM

    My cousin had the same chewing gum experience a few decades ago. (Lol) and the solution was exactly the same with your brother's. I guess as it was in the beginning, it is now...
    I love the way you string your words to form easy sentences.

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  3. FejiroOctober 15, 2021 at 3:00 PM

    Thank you for sharing your story and thank you even more for the encouragement.

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