"Do you mean to tell me that I have to go through you in order to contact my grandfather? Is that what you're telling me? I AM a good son. I don't curse at you or swear at you when I talk to you. You WHAT? So my own mother is not inviting me to Thanksgiving, and you're going to tell all your friends that you're ashamed of me? Maybe I'll just show up, what would you think of that?"
This evening the schlub above was talking into a mobile phone loud enough for the back half of the 5 Fulton Limited Muni bus to overhear his side of a seriously neurotic conversation all the way from Van Ness to Masonic about two miles away. His fellow passengers glanced at each other furtively at first, but by the end were openly laughing at the self-absorbed monster. I was tempted to grab the phone out of his hand and shout, "Mom, you're right. You should be ashamed of him."
Happy Thanksgiving and here's a wish that your family dynamics are more pleasant than the Muni Mobile Madness above.
My family dynamics aren't any pleasanter, just quieter (WASP-y, dontcha know). I hope you have a lovely day, and I am thankful for blogs that make me feel less like a shut-in living in a cultural backwater (only once a year does Santa Cruz shine with the arts, >sigh<). Thanks!
ReplyDeleteDear Sibyl: What a sweet note.
ReplyDeleteI like most of my family a lot, but have been boycotting "family holidays" for decades because they really don't seem to bring out the best in people, including me. Plus, there are a few relatives I can't stand to be around anymore. So today I'll pretend to be a European tourist in San Francisco and go with my partner to Fisherman's Wharf, get a couple of cracked crabs and a bottle of wine, and have a lovely picnic outdoors. Hope you have a nice day yourself.