This afternoon, my mate took our kid on a school field trip.  After the outing was over the phone rang.  Here is the conversation that took place:
Mate: We just got done with the school field trip.  Kid wants to stop at [Mexican Fast Food Place] and get something.  Would you like us to get you anything?
Me: (inner voice) Oh yes! Yes! YES!  Bring me back a dozen burritos, some tacos, and some guacamole and sour cream.  I'll just spread it on my thighs directly to save myself the trouble of eating it.
Me: (outer voice) Oh, no thanks.
Mate: Would you like us to stop at the store for anything?
Me: (inner voice) Yes you ass, bring me something healthy and suitable from the store.  You know we are both supposed to be on a diet.
Me: (outer voice) No, I don't want you to go to any trouble.  I'm sure there's something I can find here at the house.
Mate: Are you sure?  It really wouldn't be any trouble.
Me: (inner voice) Yeah you are just saying that because you feel guilty that you get to eat more calories than I do, and you've lost twice as much weight as I have.  Fine, I'll make you pay for my suffering.
Me: (outer voice) Well, if you really don't mind, I'd like a large mound of broccoli for lunch please.
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