Short Stories

Inhaler

I have asthma. So, that means I need an Inhaler. 

When I was in high school, they actually made you exercise. I had to take it with me every time I did a sport that involved running. 

It was Baseball season and because of my last name I was the second one up to bat. I used my inhaler before it was my turn. My P.E. teacher told me to leave it in the golf car the PT was sitting on. 

For those of you that didn't have PTs, It is a Senior that would encourage you to do better. And boy did he encourage a lot. He was really cute. All the Freshies, including me, were drooling over him. I left the Inhaler in the golf cart before the PT sat in the cart.

After we had finished, I went to go get my Inhaler. I walked to the cart and said to the PT, "Hey, I need to get something." He smiled and said, "Yeah, sure. Go ahead." I left my inhaler in a little compartment, which meant I had to bend down.

I start bending down and his eyes widen. I roll my eyes and say, "I need my Inhaler." 

He laughs and hands me the Inhaler from the compartment. "Thanks, guy with a wild imagination." He laughs and apologizes.

Man these kids had a dirty mind.