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So, every year, my sister's family, my family and my father carve time out of packed schedules to make our way to Picture People (the mall atmosphere is TO DIE FOR when you're trying to corral 5 children) to have that family portrait. This year we had our photography session and then
My sister, who had
The guy who "sold" us the photos was different than the guy who had taken our photos. This will play an important part later in the story.
I mentioned to my father that I wanted to get that cousin photo with my nephew, but that I only wanted it in 5x7.
My father, who was born and raised in the United States, said, "Do they just sell one?"
I said, "No, you have to buy two."
"Why?"
"Because two come on a sheet."
"Well, why don't you ask? Maybe they'll sell you just one."
"No, Daddy. I will not. They have posted prices here. I WILL NOT BARGAIN WHERE THERE ARE POSTED PRICES!"
"I was just saying you should ask."
"No."
"Fine, then I will ask."
The salesman returned and my father asked him if I could buy only one 5x7.
Salesman: "No. They come two on a sheet."
Me: "SEE! I told you!"
Salesman: "You know this is how it is in my house too. I'm always trying to get something for free or discounted and my wife is always looking at me like I'm an idiot. Just like you're looking at your husband."
*Stare at him in silence*
Me: "He's not my husband. He's my father. But thank you for that."
Maybe the salesman moonlights for Botox?
bwaaaaaaa haaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaa!
ReplyDeleteI mean. I am sorry.
A chick once didn't believe me that my husband was 10 years older than me.
She thought I was the older one...
he did NOT say that!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteWait, let me get that shotgun............
Oh boy! My sister got that comment too!
ReplyDeleteMy friend who is 6 years older than me got told she looked just like her mum (ME)!!! I came home and died my hair red - seriously I did.
It was probably unkind of me to laugh so loudly that I startled someone walking by? Yeah, I thought so.
ReplyDeleteThat's hysterical! ... but poor you!
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately I look too much like my father for that to happen.
Ah yes, the ol' parent/spouse mix-up, there's nothing worse than that. Well done for retorting, some of us would just let it go...
ReplyDeleteOh, no. But I've been to Picture People a couple of times. They don't exactly hire Harvard graduates.
ReplyDeleteYou were in Houston. Remember? He's used to seeing all of these young hottie third wives with old geezers. That's all.
ReplyDeleteSee? That sounds much better the way i say it. :)
Oh dear...I think I mentioned here that I couldn't figure out what all those 10-year-olds were doing with learner's permits at the MVA. I am SURE that you were taken for a trophy wife, and your dad for a cradle-robber :-)
ReplyDeleteNow, as to the rest of your family, I'm not sure but - I think I was separated from y'all at birth. My dad would, and has done, the EXACT same thing, much to our mortification. And I could be your sister: me + low blood sugar = NOT PRETTY.
That has happened to me so many times when I'm with my dad. They just assume: older man + younger woman = must be married! First happened to me when I was SIXTEEN. What the F?
ReplyDeleteLOL...I'm sure he meant that your father looked incredibly young to be standing next to such a beautiful, young woman such as yourself. See? It's all in the spin...
ReplyDeletei find it hard to believe on one hand. on the other hand, there is that older man with the young chick thing goin' around. love your story, and your great sense of humor as always! :)
ReplyDelete-Steve @ fluxlife
Oh, Sister. That was cold! C.O.L.D!
ReplyDeleteNo, no, no, you're reading it wrong. You know how old guys get them trophy wives? (or even do the Hugh Hefner/hot young babe thing?).
ReplyDeleteClearly, your dad was the Hugh, and you were the hot babe.