Name calling
I probably deserved it.Last night, we had a little get-together. I showed up late because I had been playing ball. Being considerate I showered before I went over to Bret's house. My Aunt B was there and she said for me to try this dip, yet she was smirking about it. I knew something was up because everyone else was chuckling too.
I tried it and it was, well, too put it mildly, awful. Aunt B (yes, the B is for a word that rhymes with witch) made the dip, which was a mexican style corn/cheese dip that called for cumin. Unfortunately, Aunt B wasn't paying that much attention and she put cinnamon in the dip. She said she thougth A. the cumin was old because it didn't smell like cumin, and B. that it was darker than normal cumin. To be honest about it, it tasted like a bad breakfast spread.
We were all laughing about it. This morning after I woke up, I just couldn't resist a phone call to my aunt.
Me: "Hi, what are you doing?"
Her: "I just got done piddling around outside."
Me: "Oh. Well I just wanted you to know, that I just had some toast with cinnamon and sugar on it and it tasted a lot lik-"
Her: "You're an asshole."
That sent me into a helpless wave of laughter. Of course Aunt B was laughing too. She doubled me over again when she said "I was too tired to deal with that glob of shit, so I left it in the car overnight." I kept laughing and trying to talk but she kept calling me an asshole.
Tonight, she even gave me the finger when I was about to mention it.
I think I probably deserved it.
posted by Rusty @ 11:40 PM
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