my father has a one-track mind and he’s very happy with that thank you very much
So, on top of the exam that kept me out of your hair last week, my revered father was staying with us for the week as well.
My Dad loves telling stories.
This is a good thing.
My Dad especially loves telling stories that end with everyone chuckling at my misfortune/gullibility/innocence.
This is not as good a thing.
And this weekend, my Dad loved telling one story. Over. And. Over. And. Over. Again.
And this was a bad thing.
When I was in first year university, we lived in an apartment on Keating Road. On the particular day in question, I was having a shower. My father and my sister were in the kitchen.
Suddenly, my father had an insidious and malevolent lightbulb flip on biliously over his head. He stepped over to the kitchen sink. He gestured to my sister to approach the sink. She did so. He pointed at the faucet. She acknowledged the faucet. Then he pointed at the bathroom. Then my sister, equally bilious lightbulb popping into existence above her poo-eating head, nodded in agreement.
My father then grasped the hot water tap and turned it on full blast. Waited. Turned it off. Waited.
And then… they were treated to the plaintive and heart-shredding tones of my testicle-retreating shriek.
Funny, eh?
No.
Not especially.
Not after you have heard the same story repeated for the BLIMPTEENTH FRICKIN’ TIME IN THE COURSE OF TWO DAYS! Have I done nothing else to embarrass myself in my 34 years on this planet that they are reduced to repeating this single story over and over and over again and over and over again? Nothing?!
Really, people. I have done much more to embarrass myself.
April 25th, 2006 at 11:40 am
*snicker*
I’d laugh. Every time. (As long as my testicles aren’t involved.)
April 25th, 2006 at 11:53 am
It’s true — Jason has done much more to embarrass himself. I’ll say no more.
April 25th, 2006 at 12:43 pm
Ohhh!
Tell that story again!
April 25th, 2006 at 12:59 pm
*grumble*
April 26th, 2006 at 6:20 am
I think it’s hilarious… but I do have a suggestion - blackmail and a very exacted revenge… never underestimate a well planned practical joke complete with printed matter and getting everyone else in on it too.
Oh Mr Space Monkey pants we know you can do it…
April 27th, 2006 at 1:12 pm
It wasn’t until the end of this trip that I considered revenge. Of course, this means I must wait until the memory of this post has faded… and for me to remember to do it.
April 27th, 2006 at 1:59 pm
I’ll try really hard to be surprised.
(Aside: Isn’t it interesting how other people also seemed to savour the story?)
April 27th, 2006 at 2:02 pm
Yes. But they have only heard it once.
Let’s see how they do if that’s all I post for the next week.