So I was at my girlfriend’s house and met her younger sister for the first time. I guess this is getting serious as I’ve never really responded to family dinners and what not. What can I say, I like her.

Her mom’s a great cook. She’s part Hispanic, too so, you can just imagine the sumptuous goodness of the dinner I had. Everything went just fine until I asked for some bread. Then my girlfriend started snickering. I asked her what it was about and she whispered to her younger sister and then her sister nodded and made some sort of approval.

As it turns out, her sister used to fear bread. That’s right, bread. Made of flour, that one you put in the oven. I’ve never met anyone who’s feared something as strange as bread. BREAD for crying out loud. So, I thought of writing this one. I want to know what you fear and I want to know if there’s anyone in the world that can top that phobia. I’ve googled it, and nothing’s come out so far.

I feared clowns. Not original, I know.

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