Viener Viener

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I have 2 sisters. I am proud to be the big sister. They were my first best friends. They were my first sparing partners. We perfected the "you let go first" hair pulling technique. Other people didn't know it but we were flipping awesome.

When I was about 10, my mom ran to the grocery store, leaving me in charge. It was all going well until someone knocked on the door.

I ran to the door to make sure it wasn't my mom trying to get in with groceries in her arms. I looked through the peep hole and saw a man standing there. I asked who it was, nervous because I didn't know what I was suppose to do.

He answered in a deep voice,

" I am the Viener Viener."

Holy Crap, the what??? I started to panic. "I'm sorry, you are the who??" 

This time with irritation in his voice,

"I am the Viener Viener."

I ran to the front room and grabbed my sisters. "The Viener Viener is here! What the heck is a Viener Viener!!!"

We ran to the door and my sister asked again, "who is this?"

Clearly upset he yelled, "I am the Viener Viener. I am here to read the Viener." 

Double holy crap!! We screamed, ran to the bathroom with no windows we went to during storms. We locked the door, sang church songs, and prayed that the Viener Viener wouldn't get us. 

After what felt like hours, I am sure it was a few minutes, we heard the front door open. We started to scream. The Viener Viener had come to get us! Then the bathroom door shot open!! My mom stood there looking at us like we had lost our mind. 

We told her what happend, still shaking. Our mother shook her head and walked out. We followed her, confused why she wasn't worried.

"Did the Viener Viener have on an orange shirt?"

Shocked I answered yes! 

"It was the meter reader, here to read the meter."

Sisters. Best Friends. Only people who understand your crazy over active imagination!