Happening Friday Night Pants; They Are On.
Date: 9/28 - Friday
Time: ~5:45pm.
Location: Stop and Shop
I have 90 “gas points” at this particular food establishment. This is 10 “gas points” away from getting promotional 10cents/gallon off at the pump.
Obviously this means I need to go food shopping and buy some noms to reach 100 gas points to have enough for this important deduction.
Amidst bargain shopping, I find a rack of flower arrangements that has been discounted.
Reason for clearance is unapparent as flowers still seem fresh and perdy.
On a whim, I buy maternal unit a dainty pink lily-esque arrangement because she’s my Mom and I love her.
I make my purchases, fill up at the conveniently located pump next to the food store ($3.66/gallon after discount never felt so awesome), and bid adieu.
Time: ~7:45pm.
Location: Parental Abode
I had called parents a mere 10 minutes before arriving. Charged in through the front door without knocking into the living room where Paternal Unit (also known as Daddy-o or whatever other name I feel like calling him that day) was lounging on couch.
Conversation is as follows:
Me: I brought flowers for Mom.
Dad: Oh? That’s nice. What’s the occasion?
Me: They were on sale.
Paternal Unit immediately spit takes and laughs for a good five minutes. Apparently I am his child because that is why he buys my mother things on random occasions (and other reasons, but this is notably a frequent reason).
After this lengthy cough inducing laugh was had by him, I proceeded to the bathroom where the Muma was residing for the moment to “knock” in the only way I know how; by rubbing my back end in a swishing motion on the door.
Muma immediately knew it was me, and opened the bathroom door within mere moments to see me with her bouquet of cheap prettiness I acquired just for her.
Such is the life I lead.
Time: ~5:45pm.
Location: Stop and Shop
I have 90 “gas points” at this particular food establishment. This is 10 “gas points” away from getting promotional 10cents/gallon off at the pump.
Obviously this means I need to go food shopping and buy some noms to reach 100 gas points to have enough for this important deduction.
Amidst bargain shopping, I find a rack of flower arrangements that has been discounted.
Reason for clearance is unapparent as flowers still seem fresh and perdy.
On a whim, I buy maternal unit a dainty pink lily-esque arrangement because she’s my Mom and I love her.
I make my purchases, fill up at the conveniently located pump next to the food store ($3.66/gallon after discount never felt so awesome), and bid adieu.
Time: ~7:45pm.
Location: Parental Abode
I had called parents a mere 10 minutes before arriving. Charged in through the front door without knocking into the living room where Paternal Unit (also known as Daddy-o or whatever other name I feel like calling him that day) was lounging on couch.
Conversation is as follows:
Me: I brought flowers for Mom.
Dad: Oh? That’s nice. What’s the occasion?
Me: They were on sale.
Paternal Unit immediately spit takes and laughs for a good five minutes. Apparently I am his child because that is why he buys my mother things on random occasions (and other reasons, but this is notably a frequent reason).
After this lengthy cough inducing laugh was had by him, I proceeded to the bathroom where the Muma was residing for the moment to “knock” in the only way I know how; by rubbing my back end in a swishing motion on the door.
Muma immediately knew it was me, and opened the bathroom door within mere moments to see me with her bouquet of cheap prettiness I acquired just for her.
Such is the life I lead.