Nicole Lee July 11th, 2008

My mother cracks me up.

Alright, I’m sitting in the living room, right? And my phone rings. It’s Mom. We talk for a few minutes before she says, “Oh no! My battery is dying. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” We hang up. Two minutes later my phone starts ringing, “Hey, it’s me again. I’m calling from your Dad’s phone.” We talk for a few more minutes until, “What? This one’s dying too. What is it with our phones?” We hang up a second time.

A half hour later my mom’s number is showing up on the display again, “Oh hi. So, we’re at this Thai restaurant and I wanted to know what you made for me when I came up last time.”

Me: Moo grapaow.
Mom: What was that?
Me: *repeats*
Mom: Okay. Well, here. These are the things we have. *she lists a bunch of menu items*
Me: Well, what you’re describing are restaurant style foods, whereas I made you market style.
[insert background chatter]
Me: …uh, Mom?
Mom: Here, just listen to my daughter.
Waiter: Uh…hello?
Me: Oh…hai.
Waiter: …hi.
Me: Okay, so my mom is looking for [insert description].
Waiter: Oh! We have something like that. Just fine, yes, here you go.
Mom: Thanks, dear.
Me: No problem, Mom.

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