Me: Are you OK?
Mother: Yes.
Are you?
Me: Ahem. Are
you really?
Mother:
Yes. Why?
Me: You don’t
sound it
Mother: Well
neither do you
Me: Well maybe
I’m not – so what’s up with you?
Mother: I had a
bad day
Me: Me too
Mother: I don’t
like bad days
Me: I think
that’s normal
Mother: What
was bad about yours then?
Me: Nothing
really. Just a day.
Mother: Me too –
maybe it’s the weather…
Me: But I
like this weather
Mother: It can’t
be that then. Maybe it’s the time
of year
Me: Doubt it
Mother: Maybe
it’s the crap TV I’ve been watching
Me: You always
watch crap TV. 9 times out of 10,
if it’s TV, then it’s crap.
Mother: You
should’ve been born last century.
Me: Well, that’s
probably what’s wrong with me – I don’t fit in here. What’s your excuse?
Mother: Dunno really. Hhhmmmm. Mine's just the weather. That'll pass.
Me: ........hhmmm....
Mother: Yours won't.
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