Conversation
a few weeks ago at my place
Me :
(Hangs up cell phone) Question.
BF :
What?
Me :
How do you feel about Xylophones?
BF :
(Looks at me puzzled) What do you mean?
Me : I
mean, how do you feel about Xylophones? As in, would you like for us to have
one?
BF : (still
puzzled) Xylophone as in the musical instrument? What kind of Xylophone are we
talking about?
Me : A
six foot long wooden one. It’s from
Africa.
BF :
Why are you asking me this?
Me :
Because my mom wants to give us one?
BF :
Why?
Me :
Because she thought We’d like it.
BF :
She’s going to mail a six-foot Xylophone?
Me :
Of course not, she’s bringing it. Oh, by
the way, my mom’s coming to visit, you finally get to meet your mother in law.
BF :
With a six foot wooden Xylophone?
Me : Yup!
And then he
walked off mumbling something about genetics and it being hereditary.
A few hours
later
BF : Is
your mom seriously going to show up with a six foot Xylophone?
Me :
Yah, why?
BF :
Where are we going to put it?
Me : I
dunno, but it would be rude to refuse
it. I mean how many people would go to
the trouble of lugging a 6 foot Xylophone on the bus. Plus, I haven’t seen her in years, and it’s
her way of showing she cares.
BF :
With a Xylophone?
Me : A
Xylophone from Africa!
BF :
Did she go to Africa?
Me :
Of course not, who comes back from Africa with a huge Xylophone?
BF : The
same person who carries it on a bus.
Me :
Don’t mock, it’s not nice.
BF : I’m
not mocking, I’m confused.
Me :
Do you want me to call her back and tell her we don’t want the Xylophone?
BF :
No, because then I’ll be the jerk son in law who doesn’t like her gifts.
Me :
Then why are we having this discussion?
BF : I
give up!
So my mom’s
coming to visit, possibly with a Xylophone.
I’ve seen her twice in the past decade, so I’m kind of freaking out, but
not about the Xylophone.
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