Ignorance
November 2nd 2010 21:00
Another night. Another ignorant dinner table discussion. Sometimes I shake my head, wondering how a cosmopolitan person such as I could have come from such provincial, ignorant parents.
It goes like this:
Mum: You should get a cat.
Me: I can’t. Pets aren’t allowed in the building.
Me: You’ve got it the other way around.
Mum: Is that true?
Sister: You have to train them.
Mum: And you have to bathe them.
Me: No, you don’t. They know how to clean themselves.
Mum: By licking?
Me: Yes. That’s how they take a bath.
Mum: You can’t wet them, can you?
Me: Yes, you can but most cats don’t like water.
Mum: Your sister is so tidy. She wears such nice clothes – not like yours. Why do you have to wear such low cut clothes?
Me: Susan’s clothes are old fashioned.
Mum: They’re elegant.
Me: And her poos still stink, don’t they?
Mum: Don’t be disgusting.
Me: I’m being honest. You put her on a pedestal but at the end of the day, when she does a poo it still stinks.
No wonder I seldom talk to my parents.
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