Sunday, November 19, 2006

Sorry, Dad

As we drove through the burgeoning dusk, searching for the bus yard, I got the grand idea to call my mother and see if she knew what street it was on. My dad picked up the phone, and there was, unfortunately, static. He didn't hear all of the words that I said, so I decided to explain things in painful detail, so that he could deduce from the context what I was talking about, in case he missed some words. This led me to say the following sentence:

"So, you know, school busses? Those things that little kids ride to school? I'm trying to find that place where they keep those school busses, like at night. Get it?"

I'm pretty sure he thinks I was trying to be condescending and rude. Dad, I didn't mean it like that. I love you.

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