Me: Got my dissertation handed in
Mother: Oh good. On time?
Me: Of course on time…wouldn't have got it handed in otherwise, would I?
Mother: Well, I don’t know. Knowing you, it would’ve been running a little late.
Me: Yeh, but Ma, this is my dissertation – you can’t hand it in late. They have to sign….
Mother: I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if it were just an hour or so late.
Me: But it wasn’t.
Mother: Right. Well, good. That’s good, isn’t it? Were you pleased with it?
Me: Obviously not.
Mother: I’m sure it’ll be alright.
Me: ‘Alright’ is what I’m worried about Mother.
Mother: Well, worse things happen than ‘alright’.
Me: Ah, you see. This is where we are destined to disagree.