Some day I'll get around to talking about my life of quiet desparation and how I haven't yet found the Walden to fix it, but that's difficult and no fun. For now there are still good stories to tell.
So last night, when we were in Perkins, my mom ordered a sandwich that's like a French dip but with turkey instead of roast beef. I've tried that sandwich and even told her she'd like it. She kept saying things like "This is really good," sounding surprised by it.
"What is that, chicken?" my dad asked.
"No, turkey," she said. "With cheese and saturated onions ... it's good."
I just ate my cheeseburger and didn't say anything. Sometimes she freaks out if you correct her, or even if you laugh.
My dad said it, though. "What kind of onions?"
"Saturated onions," she repeated, but seemed a little less sure this time. I don't think it was just the Oh, I'm being called on this, there's probably a reason for that hesistation, I think it was actually You know, that doesn't sound quite right ...
To bring a quick end to the agony, I cut to the end of this conversation. "Sautéed!"
Luckily, Mom laughed, so it was okay to tell her, "I do like saturated, though. I wonder what they're saturated with."
So last night, when we were in Perkins, my mom ordered a sandwich that's like a French dip but with turkey instead of roast beef. I've tried that sandwich and even told her she'd like it. She kept saying things like "This is really good," sounding surprised by it.
"What is that, chicken?" my dad asked.
"No, turkey," she said. "With cheese and saturated onions ... it's good."
I just ate my cheeseburger and didn't say anything. Sometimes she freaks out if you correct her, or even if you laugh.
My dad said it, though. "What kind of onions?"
"Saturated onions," she repeated, but seemed a little less sure this time. I don't think it was just the Oh, I'm being called on this, there's probably a reason for that hesistation, I think it was actually You know, that doesn't sound quite right ...
To bring a quick end to the agony, I cut to the end of this conversation. "Sautéed!"
Luckily, Mom laughed, so it was okay to tell her, "I do like saturated, though. I wonder what they're saturated with."
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Date: 2004-12-17 10:07 pm (UTC)My desperation makes a pathetic whining sound." --Rick Boyé, I think. (He's had it as a sig for ages, unattributed.)
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Date: 2004-12-17 10:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-17 10:39 pm (UTC)You know what, I didn't even SEE saturated. My brain processed it as "sauteed" right off.
Only saw it inthe "Saturated onions," line.
I totally had a turkey sandwich with cheese and sauteed onions for lunch today, too.
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Date: 2004-12-17 11:27 pm (UTC)And next time, you can bring the saturated onions to the pottragedy.:-P
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Date: 2004-12-17 11:40 pm (UTC)