Mother (late 30s to mid 40s): "I think we should go to Bonefish tonight for dinner."
Daughter (16ish): "Uh, no."
Mother: "Where do you want to go?"
Daughter: "I don't want to go to Bonefish. Why not (not able to hear what she said.) ?
Mother: "Becasue I don't want to go there. I don't like the food there."
Daughter: "Why not?"
Mother: "Because I don't."
Daughter: "Why?"
Mother: "I just don't."
Daughter: "Why?"
Mother: "I don't have to give you an answer. Just because is good enough."
(30 seconds pass.)
Daughter: "I asked you a fucking question."
Mother (quietly) :"Watch your mouth."
Daughter: (sighs) "Are we going shopping for my car now or not?"
Mother: "Just let me finish my cappucino."
Daughter: (under her breath) "Jesus Christ."
Taylor: (looks at mother and gives disapproving stare, looks back to his laptop and shakes his head. Mother quickly finishes her drink and leaves with said bitch daughter.)
Yeah, I weep for the youth of this nation.
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3 comments:
Wow. If she had my mom, that brat wouldn't be able to walk for a few months.
When I was growing up the only time that we ate out was for our birthdays at the Howard Johnson's because we got free cake.
Times how they changed!
Your Nashville Friend,
Thom
mother calhoun would have knocked me down before I realized what happened...
...and you know that little bitch got a bmw later that day...
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