I am back. I think I wanted to continue my Outlaw rant of yesterday. I have nothing else going in my life, obviously. Here it goes.
While eating her soup, eating is really not the word, as she is too busy fucking talking, not saying anything, mind you, just talking. I have said, and the Wife finds it insulting, but when my mother in law begins her sentence with "Here's something you will find interesting...", I know invariably I will not find it interesting. Since, she asks questions but cannot stand to listen to the answers, how the hell would she know what I may or may not find to be interesting?
Again, I understand the psychological reasons for her incessant talking and she is a giving and nice person. That still does not mean that I will not follow her need to avoid anything and everything of substance.
Anyway, she is telling me about her trip to the butcher's and how some "old" lady was very picky about the beef brisket she was choosing. I like how my mother in law referred to her as "old". This woman is about to be 75, was this other woman the wife of fucking Methusala?! I do not know. So this other customer kept having the butcher show her different "fresh" cuts but eventually chooses one that is vacuum packed.
My mother in law says that if she was the butcher she would have done harm or confronted this other woman. That was when I looked up from my bowl of soup, looked my mother in law in the eye and said, "Who are you kidding?"
She has not smothered the demented old dude who keeps waking up at 1:00 am, convinced that it is 8:00 am and tries to get her to wake up and go out and enjoy the morning with him. She is going to do something to this indecisive "old" woman or say something to her.
This is a woman who NEVER honks her horn in the car. She did it once and her poor victim was a blind person. Kind of like the midget story. So, she has vowed not to honk again, but she is to tell a woman where to go if she were a butcher.
Will the delusions ever stop?!!!
That is my story for the day. I hope you have enjoyed it. Ciao!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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