A Funny Story
Not many funny things happened over the holidays-no one really yelled or fought (in my family, it's not a real fight unless you drop the f-bomb or someone goes stomping off the their room/car/home and won't come out for at least an hour or maybe the rest of the day and when they do they won't talk to anyone) and none of that happened on this trip-a few snide comments and snarky tones do not count.
But one genuinely funny thing did happen.
Quite often when I talk to my Mom, I remind her of the article I read awhile ago about bands of gypsies roving throughout the Midwest, insinuating themselves into the lives of lonely elderly people. They get power of attorney and steal everything-all monies, jewelry, artwork, the house-everything. It's most often a lovely young girl preying on old mean, but it can go anyway-gypsies are pretty much equal opportunity thieves, in this case. So when I talk to my Mom, I ask her if the gypsies have moved in yet. And then, I always tell her that I would feel sorry for the gypsies if they tried this with her. Give someone she wasn't related to power of attorney? To use her phrase, it would be a cold day in hell. And she'd call the police as soon as she could, but before that, she would give the gypsies a piece of her mind and they really wouldn't want that-everyone is a little bit afraid of the fierceness that is my Mother. So, there we are sitting at the kitchen table, my friend D, Mom and I and I'm telling D about the gypsy story and how I always ask Mom if the gypsies have moved in yet and what does D say while looking at Mom? "you know, I'd feel sorry for the gypsies if they tried that with you". Mom and I cracked up. But we had to laugh-it's so true. Many gypsies have had a hard life and they do make their living as con artists-but if they tried this with Mom, they would take their lives in their hands and it would not be pretty. They'd be lucky if they only ended up in jail .
But one genuinely funny thing did happen.
Quite often when I talk to my Mom, I remind her of the article I read awhile ago about bands of gypsies roving throughout the Midwest, insinuating themselves into the lives of lonely elderly people. They get power of attorney and steal everything-all monies, jewelry, artwork, the house-everything. It's most often a lovely young girl preying on old mean, but it can go anyway-gypsies are pretty much equal opportunity thieves, in this case. So when I talk to my Mom, I ask her if the gypsies have moved in yet. And then, I always tell her that I would feel sorry for the gypsies if they tried this with her. Give someone she wasn't related to power of attorney? To use her phrase, it would be a cold day in hell. And she'd call the police as soon as she could, but before that, she would give the gypsies a piece of her mind and they really wouldn't want that-everyone is a little bit afraid of the fierceness that is my Mother. So, there we are sitting at the kitchen table, my friend D, Mom and I and I'm telling D about the gypsy story and how I always ask Mom if the gypsies have moved in yet and what does D say while looking at Mom? "you know, I'd feel sorry for the gypsies if they tried that with you". Mom and I cracked up. But we had to laugh-it's so true. Many gypsies have had a hard life and they do make their living as con artists-but if they tried this with Mom, they would take their lives in their hands and it would not be pretty. They'd be lucky if they only ended up in jail .
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