Sunday, June 1, 2014

An Asshole Swears At Her Mother

Boozing it up on a beautiful Sunday evening at my folk's place in Connecticut.  My mother is cleaning out the kitchen in preparation for a town wide tag sale happening next weekend because that's how tiny this tiny town is.  She finds some sort of red bag thingy and asks if I want it.  She explains that it is a carry bag for hot dishes, 'like if you're going to a pot luck or something'.  

I stared at her.  "Who in the fuck do you think you're talking to?", I asked.  She laughed and said:  "You're right.  I'll ask your sister."  Now, I may be an asshole, but she thought I'm the type of person that cooks things and/or the type of person who attends potlucks.  My own mother doesn't even know me at all...

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