Teddy Johnson

This is my last story. I hope you enjoy it. BYE

Growing up, I was a dinosaur kid. Others loved trains, cars, fire trucks or boats – but not me. I was a dinosaur kid. Recognizing this, my parents gifted me with the best gift a dino-loving-6-year-old could want: a ticket to “Dozin’ with the Dino’s” at Chicago’s Field Museum. This meant I got to spend a night at the museum! Just like the movies! Better yet, the Field Museum was a dead animal zoo, filled with my favorite dead dino’s, birds, mammals and people (mummies). I was in heaven.

This article is facetious, and if you are bothered by this, I’m probably who you are writing about. 12:50 p.m.: Wake up. Check to see PuhPa’s credit card statement only to see that I’ve reached the spending limit for the month. Too many O-bombs last night. I suck at driving. No worries, Mother’s American Express Gold card will have to do. 12:55 p.m.: Time for class. May as well drive there since Daddy paid for it! Oh a parking ticket? $150! Who cares, add it to my bursar balance.