If you read this thinking it was literal, I apologize for stealing your attention under false pretenses. You really should get your mind out the gutter. However, I will talk about my first time visiting Sri Lanka.
Growing up, my parents never set the stereotypical Tamil expectations for me to become a doctor, lawyer or engineer. They just asked that I find a well respected and financially stable occupation to avoid the hardships they endured immigrating from Sri Lanka to Canada. So at age six, my mind was made up.
Witnessing my big sister’s routine before she left for high school each morning is the earliest memory I have of realizing just how much our parents embarrassed her. Observing her ritual was like watching a real life version of the Road Runner. She was so quick you would’ve thought Wile E. Coyote was chasing her.