Is it like this at your house?
The other night, as I was leaving work about 8:45 p.m., I spilled some liquid on my AVAM shirt. I like that shirt, because it reminds me of that museum, which I like a great deal. Rather than risk a stain, I went to the men's restroom, took it off, and washed out the wet regions. In the process, of course, I made the shirt even wetter--so wet that I did not want to put it back on. So, I didn't. I walked to my car shirtless.
As I was driving, I called home to say that I was finally leaving work. The following conversation occurred:
Sarah: Van Name residence.Just another day at our house.
me: Hi, Sarah, it's your dad.
Sarah: Oh, hi, Dad.
me: Would you please tell your mother I'm on my way home?
Sarah: Sure. [Pushes phone aside.] Mom, Dad's on his way home.
me: Thanks. I spilled on my shirt, so I had to wash it, and now I'm driving shirtless.
Sarah: I see. [Pushes phone aside.] He says he was seized by the spirit of the wild mustang and had to take off his shirt. He's now driving shirtless.
[voice I could not make out]
Sarah: Mom said you should embrace the mustang's spirit and take off the pants, too.
[Pause.]
Sarah: I'm not relaying messages for you guys any more.
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5 comments:
No more relays.
That may need to be added to the stories you tell for the Liar's Panel.
Not for a while, at least. We need to lower your guard.
Griffin, you may well be right.
Sarah, please reconsider. The stories aren't as much fun if there's no mortified child involved. :)
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