Thankfully, I did not have to endure that for the whole day! See, I had taken my lunch that day. Well, we all had to bring our lunch because that was so long ago they did not have a kitchen area to cook in, at that school, way back then. Honest! So my brown paper poke became my makeshift oxygen mask.
I just poked my face in it and was trying to do my work while gagging...

It didn't take the teacher long to ask me, "Judy, why do you have that paper bag over your face?"
I told her why, and she let me move to a seat where someone was absent that day!

(This is a true story.)
And yes, Dorothy ruined my whole life.

Can't stomach to bite into an onion to this day! She gave me an onion phobia that I suffer with to this very day! Didn't even care for the name Dorothy after that either.......

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