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TIFU by dancing into my mothers room blasting Machi No Dorufin while she was in a zoom meeting with her bosses.

New in these parts, on mobile, half asleep and mortified so any fuck ups aside from the obvious is on me. TL;DR at the end.

This happened half an hour ago. I dyed my hair blue last night and, per my history with startling her with odd hair colors first thing in the morning since my teens, decided to really up the ante by waltzing backwards into her room while shaking my ass and blasting my song (https://youtu.be/3RJg7M4rNkc) at the 2:48 point. Literally just the words DOOT DOOT DO DO DOOOOO repeatedly to what I find to be a fairly jaunty tune. Seriously, give it a listen and tell me you're not inspired to groove. I digress.

She mostly works from home but usually has her meetings later in the day with a sign on the door to warn me off. I get up, no sign, just the soft noises of her TV on. Perfect. I prep my tune, don my mermaid bathrobe, and more or less fly-kick her bedroom door open and proceed to prance in ass first, banging my head while DOOT DOO DOO DOO DOOOOO plays away. Naturally, because I am entering backwards, I do not see her perched on the edge of her bed with her computer fired up. I just hear the suddenly strangled sound of her catching her breath.

Odd, methinks. Usually there is a comment at this point. Music still going, I glance behind me, still wiggling my ass. And there is Mom, looking ready to pop like a tick-along with her two bosses ogling me from her computer screen in sudden silence. And I realize what I heard was not, in fact, the sound of her TV.

Naturally, this is bad, and my mother is Spanish so the Hurt may also be coming soon to theaters near me-therefore I do the only correct thing to do in this circumstance. Bark out a "shit, sorry!" and then turn and awkwardly dance right back out of her room with the music still going strong.

I turn the music off and head towards my room next to hers to go make my peace with God before she comes for me, but not before listening to her having to explain to her bosses that sorry, that was her daughter. They ask how old I am. I cringe so hard I turn inside out when she responds by telling them I'm 33.

Her meeting ends in an hour. It's been a pleasure serving with you all.

TL;DR wanted to show off my weird new hair color to my mother, so danced ass-first into her bedroom with Machi No Dorufin blasting away while assuming she wasn't busy, turned to find her bosses eyeballing me in shock from her computer screen as she was in a meeting, did not get new hair complimented, am too old for my own shit, will probably die soon, shame.

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