Sticky Smoothie

by Noah
(Norwood, New York, USA)

I came home from work one August day to find that my grandmother had come to visit from New Hampshire. She had made the long drive over, and we were all excited to see her (she's 89).

My mother had some fruit in the refridgerator and thought that it would be a great treat if she made us all smoothies for the late afternoon. So she grabbed her blender and threw in some fruit and such, spun it all up, poured the glasses, and ran outside as she saw our neighbors drive up the driveway.

Minutes passed, then 10 minutes, then 20, and an hour, as my mother chatted away out in the yard. My grandmother was upstairs still unpacking her things, and I was unaware that the smoothies were ready.

By the time we came downstairs, for some reason, the smoothies had disgustingly congealed into a dense, wobbling mass. Maybe it was the heat, or too-old ingredients, or both, I don't know. But it was both picture-worthy and incredibly disgusting, and sadly, there were no smoothies to be had that day.