My Parents Don’t Know About Skoal
I might be twenty-five, but my mother still knows far too much about my life. The women I date practically have to pass inspection before they are given parental approval, and I recently spent a very uncomfortable hour being grilled about the cost and practicality of my new motorcycle. Luckily, Mom and Dad don’t know about my habit of using skoal. Unless they actually saw me dipping, they probably never will. Unlike smoking cigarettes, the user is not left with a disgusting odor. Maybe it will eventually show up in the color of my teeth, and I’m sure there are adverse health problems over time, but I don’t intend to use this for the rest of my life. Once I meet the right girl, it will go out the window, I promise.
