ZIT SHIT!!!

Zit shit
(zit=pimple *slang*)

Mom : Why are you trying to burst that pimple out?

Me : Huh!?! What kind of a question is that? Why shouldn’t I?

Mom : It will get worse and you might develop a scar.

Me : So what do you want me to do? Let it be there so that my friends notice that and point it out to me-hey Manu, see there’s a pimple on your nose…how did you get it?

Mom : So? Let them tell that…why does it matter?

Me : Do you see this *pointing my finger at the tip of my nose* . you know how embarrassing this is? This pimple..you know you can extract enough oil from it to cook your dinner tonight!

Mom : Yeah, I thought that too. But will it taste good? *my mom..huh!!..talk bout adding oil to the fire*

Me : Mom…you know there’s a party tonight… how do I go there with this mountain adorning my nose!… *tears, tears and more of them* I can compete with Mt.Everest now!

Mom :Acha, try applying toothpaste, maybe it will subside by evening…

Me : What haven’t I tried?? Sandalwood, neem paste, some stupid gel, everything…I have tried everything…it’s just the hill that it was yesterday…and yes there’s snow on the top too..and now you tell me bout this toothpaste??
Mom :*sniggers* Yeah it’s winter no?? By the way it’s the pus *do I come across as such a moron? Huh?!?*It will work…trust me.

Me :*disgusted look* Mom? I am not giving this thing any other chance to survive…I am gonna kill it…and mom don’t try to stop me…

Mom :You know what I wonder sometimes, why are pimples always ‘round’ in shape? Why can’t they be triangular, square, rectangle….
*I interrupt*

Me : Mom what hogwash are you talking about? This is pretty serious…this thing is perched upon my nose since last four days…four days…I am confined in this house since last four days…I haven’t stepped out…this is so embarrassing…like a house arrest! *tears, tears, tears…..*

Mom : Wasting your tears for such petty matter…you have gone crazy…

Me :holy cow, ok….am off to sleep…am not touching it…I will sleep whole day so that I can’t think bout it!!

I wake up to see that ‘thing’ bigger than ever… and the next day there’s another one on my cheek…as they say-a drowning man is not troubled by rain……