I sometimes wonder where I get my idiotic sense of humour from, but then I remember some of the things my mother says to me (and some of the things my father has done) and I am no longer surprised. Case in point:
I was chatting with mom about a container of soup I have ordered for lunch, but can’t finish. She suggests I bring it home, to which I demurred, because the container is of the flimsy plastic variety, and there are good chances that it will spill. To which my brilliant mother says:
“Why will it spill? Are you drunk?”
Right. 3 reasons why this is crazy:
- I am a teetotaller; a fact she knows very well, being one herself.
- It is the middle of the afternoon.
- I am at WORK. In an OFFICE. With OTHER people.