dealers
Today, Linda asked me if I'd help her paint her parking space, and I agreed. We were inside Dixieline Lumber paying for paint, brushes and rollers. The total came out to be $33.something and Linda pulls out a fifty dollar bill. Being curious and knowing that she doesn't have a job, I asked her: "Linda, where do you get your money from?"
"My mom gives it to me."
"So, your mom just gives you money whenever you want it?"
"Uh, yeah...basically."
"When are your parents going to stop paying your way?"
"Never I hope!"
After a short pause, I continued to ask more questions.
"What do your parents do for a living?"
(She utters something slightly incoherent) I heard the words: "Theyr're dealers."
I look at her and she just stood there with a dead serious face, slightly confused, but as if she didn't think there was anything wrong.
"So...wait. Your parents are DEALERS?"
"NO! I said JEWELERS."
Man, oh man. Even the cashier at Dixieline got a kick out of that one.
So, just in case anyone ever wondered. Linda's parents ARE NOT dealers. BUT, they can fix your jewelery.
"My mom gives it to me."
"So, your mom just gives you money whenever you want it?"
"Uh, yeah...basically."
"When are your parents going to stop paying your way?"
"Never I hope!"
After a short pause, I continued to ask more questions.
"What do your parents do for a living?"
(She utters something slightly incoherent) I heard the words: "Theyr're dealers."
I look at her and she just stood there with a dead serious face, slightly confused, but as if she didn't think there was anything wrong.
"So...wait. Your parents are DEALERS?"
"NO! I said JEWELERS."
Man, oh man. Even the cashier at Dixieline got a kick out of that one.
So, just in case anyone ever wondered. Linda's parents ARE NOT dealers. BUT, they can fix your jewelery.