(note: All this goes down in Japanese.)
1. Mom and I are walking around town on a Saturday in a Hassid neighborhood. Man in Hassid vestiment walks past us on sidewalk. Mom says, "Happy Sabbath!" and cocks her head to the side with a smile and the footstep equivalent of a peace sign: viz. Lollipop Kids from The Wizard of Oz. Man says "why thank you!" Mom explains to me that's what you say to Jews on Saturday. Thanks, Mom.
2. We walk past a billboard for The Tourist (starring Johnny Depp and Angelina MoJolie). Mom says, "I want to touch his facial hair." Stunned, I ask, "what... do you... mean...?" Mom replies, "you don't think he's handsome?" My jaw drops and I look at Mom. She doesn't realize she's just come up with the best euphemism for getting physical since "knocking boots." I eventually tell Mom "yeah, I'd totally touch his facial hair..."
3. Mom's sleeping. Sunlight breaks through a gap in my curtains and would pierce Mom's face but she's laid a sock over her eyes. Viz. Me as baseball umpire: Safe!
4. Mom gets a caramel apple from a Halloween party. Slices small pieces of it to eat throughout her stay, careful to distribute the caramel evenly. By Day 5 of her stay with me the apple looks pretty much done. I throw it away. Mom asks me where the apple is and I tell her. Then, in the angriest I've heard from her since I joy-rode Dad's car in the 10th grade, she whines, "Whaaat?! WhyyYYyyyyYyyy?" (If you know the Japanese or Korean language you'll totally know the tone I am trying to evoke here.) Ten minutes later she's still complaining about how I threw away perfectly good caramel apple. Sorry, Mom.
2 comments:
Gawd I love me some Minah. The sock is classic, the caramel apple, even better.
-your favorite TV geek from Cali (OK its Stace)
You must be mistaken. That must be my mother. Hasn't she ever heard of freezers? My mother saved a cake from my father's July birthday in 2008, froze it, and it was eventually finished in early fall 2009.
She is a container-saving-person, and shops at Sam's Club but feels the need to put everything into smaller containers... usually with the wrong labels on.
This week she started with "Ever notice how flimsy the boxes for checks are you get from banks?" It turns out she was happy and felt totally vindicated for having saved a number of ancient, empty check boxes from the old glory days of personal banking!
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