May 22, 2006 13:14
Dear Diary,
Today my father referred to me as his son.
*looks down*
*scratches head*
In conclusion: WHAT? Is there something I'm missing here? Perhaps I should have just kept this to myself and the long line of psychiatrists who will never be able to help me get past it?
i need a drink,
paging dr phil
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How the heck did this transpire??
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We took my car in today to get the front end fixed (y'know from where that crazy lady backed into me), and my dad had to put the rental on his credit card under his name. The guy asked, "What relationship are you to the driver?" to which Dad responded, "Father-Son." The guy paused and looked at me with his eyebrow raised. I looked down - boobs? Yep, still there - and then gave my dad the evil eye. The sad part is that I don't even think he would have realized he called me his son if the guy hadn't corrected him. Everyone in the rental place heard it and thought it hillarious. :(
PS - We need a nickname for my rental car. It's a 4 door gold Chevy Cobalt, sort of like Kevin. Any ideas?
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Dude, call it Goldie...like Goldie Wilson! (And not after my late grandmother!)
I think that this car still is better than Kevin. *shudder*
I hope you guys are getting that chick to pay for the damage.
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