Wow. Good old mom. Has she ever changed. Yesterday, I was standing in the grocery line, waiting. The woman in front of me clearly knew the checker. I couldn’t help but overhear this inspiring tidbit.
Mom: Yeah, that’s my beer. Well, my kid’s, actually. I let my son and his girlfriend have beer at home. They’re in high school now, so it’s…
Mom: Right. Oh, this is so funny. The other day, they were playing the f-word drinking game. You know what that is, right? The F-Bomb?
Checker: Gotcha. Don’t have to spell it out for me.
Mom: Well, the kids were watching this movie, and every time they heard the F-word, they had to take a drink. (Mom laughs indulgently). Yeah, they got plastered. Put ‘em to bed in my son’s room.
So, I’m headed back to the store for a copy of Bruce Willis’s Die Hard with a Vengeance, a case of Bud, a pack of smokes and a bag boy or two. We’ll giter up to speed. That way, she’ll be more acceptable in today’s society. After all, I wouldn’t want her to be…different.