Saturday afternoon and wet. We had to go and pick up a rifle that Ian had bought to sort out random magpies and other vermin.
'Why don't you come? It'll be fun" I lied to the teenager, through ever yellowing teeth. "Okay Mum, then you can drop me off at babysitting." Man, she is a planner....
On the way into town it was chatty. Just the rubbish you talk when you are trying to involve a teenager in conversation. Most of it starting with 'So.......' Stuff like....
"So..... how has school been going?"
"ok"
"So.... what are your friends doing tonight?"
"nothing"
"So.... what do you think about teenage abortion?"
Yes, all was going well. We pulled up at a house, so unlike our own. The neighbours literally breathed the same air, the houses were closer than close and we parked in the driveway.
Ian went in, to do man buying gun stuff.
'Hey look Mum, what is that man doing?" she pointed to a window of a house ridiculously close to the driveway we were parked in "WHAT IS HE DOING???!!!??" I looked, I really tried hard to see "where????....."
"Nope" she said," he has disappeared............there he is! See the pink shirt! See Mum!" I saw. It was not good.
Crips! I hope that was exercise. Perhaps a few fast reps of....????, push ups???? Chest crunchie things???
He disappeared again and I was almost relieved. No, damn it! He popped up again, did another set of ?????? and took a rest.
Please Ian, please come NOW, please before pink shirt man pops up again and teenage imagination figures out what may well be going on.....
Pink shirt man disappeared again. It occurred to me it might not be a pink shirt!! Oh doG, poke out my minds eye!!!!
Ian arrived back in the car and we did the 'look, look, look, see??, look, see??'
He is so much cooler than us he just went "there? oh yeah, looks dodgy, bad pink shirt" We backed out of the driveway and he started up the street.
Partial relief - thank doG it was a pink shirt!!!
We drove on. Out of the street. Out of the suburb. Out of their world......
Those freaky town dwellers!
As if I don't have enough strangeness to deal with...................??????
'Why don't you come? It'll be fun" I lied to the teenager, through ever yellowing teeth. "Okay Mum, then you can drop me off at babysitting." Man, she is a planner....
On the way into town it was chatty. Just the rubbish you talk when you are trying to involve a teenager in conversation. Most of it starting with 'So.......' Stuff like....
"So..... how has school been going?"
"ok"
"So.... what are your friends doing tonight?"
"nothing"
"So.... what do you think about teenage abortion?"
"Well of course Mum abstinence is the best option, but for those unfortunates who find themselves in this situation, they should talk to their mothers and seek the best outcome with them, because Mums know best...." (no.... not really.....just ever hopeful....)
Yes, all was going well. We pulled up at a house, so unlike our own. The neighbours literally breathed the same air, the houses were closer than close and we parked in the driveway.
Ian went in, to do man buying gun stuff.
'Hey look Mum, what is that man doing?" she pointed to a window of a house ridiculously close to the driveway we were parked in "WHAT IS HE DOING???!!!??" I looked, I really tried hard to see "where????....."
"Nope" she said," he has disappeared............there he is! See the pink shirt! See Mum!" I saw. It was not good.
Crips! I hope that was exercise. Perhaps a few fast reps of....????, push ups???? Chest crunchie things???
He disappeared again and I was almost relieved. No, damn it! He popped up again, did another set of ?????? and took a rest.
Please Ian, please come NOW, please before pink shirt man pops up again and teenage imagination figures out what may well be going on.....
Pink shirt man disappeared again. It occurred to me it might not be a pink shirt!! Oh doG, poke out my minds eye!!!!
Ian arrived back in the car and we did the 'look, look, look, see??, look, see??'
He is so much cooler than us he just went "there? oh yeah, looks dodgy, bad pink shirt" We backed out of the driveway and he started up the street.
Partial relief - thank doG it was a pink shirt!!!
We drove on. Out of the street. Out of the suburb. Out of their world......
Those freaky town dwellers!
As if I don't have enough strangeness to deal with...................??????
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