Feb 01, 2007 20:24
Once upon a time this morning (I always think stories should start with once upon a time in case you have yet to hear me say that), I woke up at 6am so that I could take Andrew to court in McKinney to take care of his DWI. I got up, took a shower, then my phone rang. It was my mom calling to ask what the heck I was doing up at such an early hour. I explained to her the circumstances and she replied, "That's too bad. Now I don't have time to make you breakfast." I replied, "You've never made breakfast before..." She answers, "I know, but I would have time now. Would you like a piece of toast or something?" I say, "No, thanks. I had a late Whataburger last night and am not really hungry."
Get ready for reader-participation. How will this comment be interpreted?
a) Chad is not hungry. I will not make him food.
b) I'll make him a piece of toast. If he doesn't want it, I'll eat it.
c) I'll make him a bacon-lettuce-tomato sandwich.
And the correct answer is...
c) I'll make him a bacon-lettuce-tomato sandwich
My mom shouts up the stairs as I'm combing my hair, "I made you a BLT!" I say, "What?" She repeats her statement. So I finish grooming and head downstairs. Sure enough, she has made me a BLT sandwich. I say, "Do we not speak the same language? Or did you interpret 'I'm not hungry enough for toast' as 'Please make me two pieces of toast and put bacon, lettuce, and tomato inside them.' " She answers, "Oh, I'm sorry. You said that I never make you food so I made you some."
I laughed it off and thanked her. The sandwich came with me. I gave it to Andrew even though he wasn't particularly hungry either. And I managed to make it from McKinney all the way back to Addison in about an hour fighting awful traffic on 75. I was only one minute late.