Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Typical

Scene: Talking on the phone with my mom one weekend morning.


Me: Yeah, I just got woken up by my wine being delivered.

Mom: Oh, most people wake up with coffee, but I guess, with you, it's wine.

Me: I guess?

Mom: Yeah.

Me: Well, the delivery guy was terrified of Rocco. He rushed my signature and didn't even check my ID!

Mom: Aw.

Me: What if I was underage??

Mom: What if you were an FBI agent??

Me: Ri--what, what?

Mom: FBI!

Me: So... Basically, you're saying it's more believable that I'm an FBI agent than that I'm under 21?

Mom: ...Yeah.

Me: ...

Me: Whatever, you're almost 60.


3 comments:

TKTC said...

If it would make you feel better, I'm willing to try to get you the child discount at the movies next time.

Lisa said...

Yes, please.

Jessica (Bayjb) said...

I would use that youthful looking thing for everything it's worse. Case in point, TC's note about child admission to movies. Getting you in the rated R ones could be tough

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