I’m Quite Sure on This One
I was chatting with my sister this evening. I was sitting in the parking lot of the grocery store and she was telling me about seeing one of our favorite humorists last night. After several minutes, I said I had to go; I needed to pick up some things for M’s birthday cake.
“Wait a minute,” she said, “When is his birthday?”
“Tomorrow,” I replied.
“What is the date tomorrow?” she asked.
“The 26th,” I said.
She was silent for a moment, then said, “Isn’t his birthday on the 29th?”
“No,” I said, “It’s the 26th.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
She was silent for another moment. “Was it ever on the 29th?”
I didn’t know what to say. Finally I just said, “I’ve really got to go,” and we hung up.
7 comments:
I laughed out loud when I read this!
Was she... serious?
Yes, she was serious.
As we often say in our house after her outragous comments (either funny or infuriating) - it's her world; we're just living in it.
But are you *really* sure?
Unfortunately, yes.
I guess you could say she didn't think about the words she was using, but the sentiment that she couldn't possibly be wrong, I must be...that was no mistake.
You'd have to know my sister, I guess. She takes self-absorbed to a new level. She's the primary reason we'll never live west of the Mississippi.
I've decided to start telling sister stories. Some of them are just too bizarre not to tell.
:-)
Actually, I was asking if you were really sure when M was born.
You couldn't hear the inflection in my tone, lol....
YES That pickoff was Perfection! John and Q have watched it over and over on the internet because Q thinks it is so cool.
Ha! Yeah, it is tough to hear that inflection on email.
:-D
You could make it a recurring series, like a weekly thing. I get such a kick out of the sister stories.
Also, let me be the first to congratulate you on your team winning.
Sigh... if only the Mets hadn't gone down in flames.
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