Random story for the day. When my parents were here my mom was folding my laundry (miss you Mom) and she held up a t-shirt and asked me if it was mine. I looked at it and it looked like a knock-off Abercrombie and Fitch shirt. So I said, yea, I guess so. I've got a couple of those kicking around. They're cheap here.
Then she said "Really?" in that tone that mothers get sometimes. So I read it again. Turns out it didn't say "Abercrombie and Fitch" What it actually said was, "Grabbabootie and Pinch".
Huh...not the t-shirt you want to tell your mother is yours. I was like, "I have never seen that t-shirt before in my life!" Which was true. But somehow when it's your mom asking (and looking at you) it makes you nervous and sweat a little and seem like you're lying through your teeth. It was like being seventeen all over again.
It didn't help when I asked the guys who it belonged to and no one knew. I repeatedly assured my mother it wasn't mine (I think my voice got a little more shrill each time I said something). It also didn't help that inside my head there was a part of me that was sort of laughing at the t-shirt. 'Cause you know...it's kind of clever. I think my mom was laughing inside too. My dad, on the other hand, laughed on the outside. I don't think he actually knows what Abercrombie and Fitch is, but he thought the t-shirt was funny.
Later that evening I explained what it meant to the guys. They all acted indignant. Then Andres laughed (he speaks English and got the joke) and I laughed and then everyone else laughed. Which just proves what I've suspected for awhile...the guys wait to see which way I'm going to go on an issue and then follow along.
Good to know.
Anyhow...now we've got this t-shirt here and no idea where it came from. My guess is that it got donated from one of the church teams that were here this past year (ahem...Hope?). One of the guys suggested re-gifting it to our pastor and seeing if he catches on. He wears a lot of funny t-shirts. But I could just see him wearing it Sunday morning and some visiting gringo missionary getting all offended. And as per usual, once again, it would all land directly on my shoulders. On the other hand...darn funny...
So, yea...I'm still thinking about it.
At any rate, there you go. That's what I'm thinking about this fine Sunday afternoon. If anyone out there wants to confess and own up to leaving the shirt here...by all means let us know. I'm sure I won't post your name here or anywhere else on the internet. I'm sure.
Have a great Sunday! I hear the weather is nice. Here too....
Then she said "Really?" in that tone that mothers get sometimes. So I read it again. Turns out it didn't say "Abercrombie and Fitch" What it actually said was, "Grabbabootie and Pinch".
Huh...not the t-shirt you want to tell your mother is yours. I was like, "I have never seen that t-shirt before in my life!" Which was true. But somehow when it's your mom asking (and looking at you) it makes you nervous and sweat a little and seem like you're lying through your teeth. It was like being seventeen all over again.
It didn't help when I asked the guys who it belonged to and no one knew. I repeatedly assured my mother it wasn't mine (I think my voice got a little more shrill each time I said something). It also didn't help that inside my head there was a part of me that was sort of laughing at the t-shirt. 'Cause you know...it's kind of clever. I think my mom was laughing inside too. My dad, on the other hand, laughed on the outside. I don't think he actually knows what Abercrombie and Fitch is, but he thought the t-shirt was funny.
Later that evening I explained what it meant to the guys. They all acted indignant. Then Andres laughed (he speaks English and got the joke) and I laughed and then everyone else laughed. Which just proves what I've suspected for awhile...the guys wait to see which way I'm going to go on an issue and then follow along.
Good to know.
Anyhow...now we've got this t-shirt here and no idea where it came from. My guess is that it got donated from one of the church teams that were here this past year (ahem...Hope?). One of the guys suggested re-gifting it to our pastor and seeing if he catches on. He wears a lot of funny t-shirts. But I could just see him wearing it Sunday morning and some visiting gringo missionary getting all offended. And as per usual, once again, it would all land directly on my shoulders. On the other hand...darn funny...
So, yea...I'm still thinking about it.
At any rate, there you go. That's what I'm thinking about this fine Sunday afternoon. If anyone out there wants to confess and own up to leaving the shirt here...by all means let us know. I'm sure I won't post your name here or anywhere else on the internet. I'm sure.
Have a great Sunday! I hear the weather is nice. Here too....
The incriminating t-shirt...
5 comments:
If it was yours, don't admit it! Ken will squeal to his mama. ;0) She found your stash of dirty t-shirts. Tee hee Pun intended.
That is too funny. . Only you Ken, only you. . .
"pinch & run since.." lol, classy! ;)
I laughed at the Pinch & run as well. Funny.
Whether or not it's yours, perhaps you might humor us and let us see a picture of you wearing it? :)
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