My Sister Taught Me How to Take 0.5s
What hobbies have been passed down from your family? My Sister Taught Me How to Take 0.5s My sister taught me how to sound like a windshield wiper on seven hour car rides. One hour in, we simultaneously barrelled over in silent laughter from the backseats, trying not to wake my mom up. With each swipe of her finger through her camera roll, my sister revealed 0.5s of me reaching levels of scandalously hideous I didn’t know were even possible. My laughs turned into wheezes, which turned into increasingly squeaky windshield wiper noises until my eyes became blurry with tears and I ran out of air. As we verged on delirium, the faulty seatbelt half-choking me and my blisters from hiking seemed to disappear. “You should let me take some of you, too,” I said after regaining my breath. My sister tsked. “You don’t know how to take 0.5s right. You’re just gonna make me look ugly.” And so I bided my time, waiting for the moment she fell asleep. Four hours in, I proudly took my freshly woken siste...