The Weird Scholarship

The Weird Scholarship

I drove down the highway with one hand held between my legs. I had to pee and being stuck in a car didn’t help. A sign up ahead said that the next rest area was only fifteen miles up ahead and I could certainly hold it. It was just a bit uncomfortable and I didn’t know what I would do when I got there.

My phone rang and I answered it. I know you are not supposed to talk and drive, but at least I wasn’t texting. I looked at the screen and saw it was my best friend Kara. “How’s the drive?”

“Weird,” I said. “I’m almost to Massachusetts though.”

“Good timing,” she said. “What’s weird about it?”

“You know.” She very well did know why I felt weird. This was her plan. “I’m wearing a diaper.”