I arrived home last night at 6pm to find competition for parking in my own driveway. I might have been more cordial about the situation, had I not been driving since 8:30am. It was probably the attitude induced by the 1000 mile roundtrip journey that spurred me to have the following conversation....
"Oh, hi. You're S's Mom, aye? Nice to meet you. Don't worry about parking in my spot. Actually, this is a very fortuitous meeting, as I was getting progressively worried about S and have been hoping to speak to someone close to her. I have heard escalating screams and pounding noises at early-morning and late-night hours, and was concerned about her welfare. Has she been OK?" *dumb-blonde BLINK BLINK*
*devious grin to self*
Pa
3 years ago
12 comments:
S's mom?! S's mom?! - WHAT??? -
G'morning from Japan, Becky... :-D
LMFAO That is SO funny, I can't believe you did that :o
So... will the "beatings" subside...?
Oh, and since when were you "blonde" sweetie? ;) LOL
yeah i dont think you could be blonde if world peace were at stake :)
glad you made it back in one piece darlin'
Whew, you got balls. Nice.
Good on ya mate! Someone had to do it. It's a pain when someone parks in _your_ spot. (sorry, I sound cynical there, but not really)
oh geez, i don't think i could have been that nice. i've would have gone into a fit in another language and then send them a translation a week later!
Did you really say all that or is that what you wanted to say.
And to the naysayers on B's blonde, you qualify as a dark blonde of possibly the ash variety.
Yer a bad bad girl and we love that about ya.
You really think momma's gonna care? Puh-LEEEASE! I bet you momma's a screamin' all-night freak machine, too!
(impersonating james brown)
Pop-CORN!
Yeah you see
She's gotta have a momma for me!
Yeah-yeah!
UHHHHH!
(end james brown impression)
Hey... get me momma's phone number!
Shina:
HI SHINA!!!! :D
My Lever:
They have been subsiding, actually....and ssshhhh! You're gonna ruin my airhead routine.
Rebekah:
Yeah, well, you know me. ;)
Jay:
Thanks. I sorta wonder when parents stop being thrown off by the sort of thing, and start being proud...
Mummy/Crit:
*HUGE grin* you make me laugh....
Narthex:
You are a complex creature. And funny.
Fishlamp:
Yeah, well...I can't help myself, sometimes.
Keeefer:
I *knew* you'd dig it.
SFMD:
Cheers to you babe. You hit the nail on the head, all the way around.
Ergo:
Or at least I like to THINK I am...
Groucho:
LMAO. The part that makes it especially funny is that mamma's pretty damn nerdy-lookin', even at her older age. But who knows...maybe you could work her up into a frenzy...(hopefully not in the apartment above mine, mind you. *wink*) I'll work on the phone number (you could take the husband...)
> I sorta wonder when parents stop
> being thrown off by the sort of
> thing, and start being proud...
For sons: age 17
For daughters: never, unless the parents are hippies in which case 18-21 or just plain sleazy in which casee mom gets jealous and dad gets turned on around 12-14.
Prior to age 18, no matter how progressive you are you worry about them messing up their college prospects by getting knocked up.
Yeah. Somehow, getting knocked up at the age of 27 didn't have a big effect on my parents. Ah, well, I'll have to think of something better to freak them out...(which Noel will never hear of, of course. ;) )
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