Day 10 — The last time I snooped into something I wasn’t supposed to (like a medicine cabinet in a friend’s bathroom), I found…
Oh. Oh dear. This probably wasn't the "last time" I snooped. Maybe closer to the first time.
I was perhaps ten. My mother was away, probably for work, and her best friend was housesitting. One day, I was sick, and asked to stay home from school. Mom's friend did the responsible thing, and took me to work with her (who leaves a ten year old home alone?). She worked at a hotel and lived in a room there. I was supposed to nap the day away while watching Disney movies. ("Bottom Drawer!" she said.)
Sifting through the bottom drawer revealed nothing that caught my eye. So I widened the search. Guess what isn't in the middle drawer. More Disney movies. Guess what IS in the middle drawer...
You heard me.
I was horrified. I was embarrassed. I was confused. Magazines, videos, "toys." Each thing more confusing and unidentifiable than the last.
I don't snoop anymore. It's just not worth it.