Epsom Salt

Pace mentioned Epsom salt in the post revealing myself as an author, and my mom read it and suggested i told the story. So here goes..
Mom was gone to Utah for the 2 weeks, and we (my dad, me, and my best friend johnny) were going to ci-ci’s. (An excellent speciality pizza buffet) On the way there in the car, johnny is sittin in the back and is being regular curious johnny, and looking around. He finds a bag of white powdery, shelly, salty, like stuff. And goes “Why do you have cocaine in your car?” Me and dad look at each other and dad says “Must be mom’s secret stash.. Lemme see it” While driving opens up the bag, smells it, looks at it, puts a bit on his finger.. and.. Sticks the finger in his mouth. He immediantly spits it out and makes the wierdest “This is the worst thing I’ve ever tasted in my life” face I’ve ever seen. Me and johnnny (johnny and I sorry) begin laughing. I pull out my cell phone and call mom. She picks up.. here is what was said.. “Hello?” “Mom why do you have a bag of cocaine in the car?” “(gasp) Did you get pulled over??!” “hahahaha no dad just ate some, what is it?” “HAHA he ate some!?” “yeah what is it?” “It’s epsom salt” “It’s epsom salt dad.. what’s that?” “It’s stuff I soak my foot in.”
Yeah we laughed some more as dad decided he couldn’t eat very much pizza with foot taste in his mouth.