teach posted a condolence
Friday, October 30, 2015
This is a story from long ago--when Mike and I were both young. We were in Margate, and I was waiting for my parents to visit. Paul and Mike came over right before my parents were due to arrive. Mike gets a devilish grin on his face when he finds out they're coming. He goes to the bathroom--leaving the door wide open. He starts cursing. I'm pleading with him to leave before my parents catch this act. Of course, that only makes him worse. I'm picturing my poor mother, who never curses, listening to the "f****ing this" and f***ing that."
When my parents come in, it's a different Michael. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Matthews. So nice to meet you. Can I help you in with your things." But when their facks are turned, he mouths, "F*** this!"
You just couldn't get mad at him because he made you laugh.
