This is the conversation I had with my mom this morning,
Mom: Your father yelled at me again yesterday!
Me: What was it about this time?
Mom: I bought a couple of subs at Publix yesterday and brought one home for Pat and Joe [her sister and brother-in-law], and I brought one home for your dad. It had chicken tenders, lettuce and tomatoes, black olives and Itlaian dressing on it.
Mom: He yells at me “NO MORE CHICKEN! I HATE CHICKEN. YOU KNOW THAT I HATE CHICKEN!”
Me: Well, you do know how he feels about chicken. He’s been like this for a long time, now.
Mom: He really pissed me off. I told him, “Fine. If that’s the way you feel, then take me out to lunch.”
This is how my conversation with your dad went:
I Said: Well, if you’re not going to eat the chicken sub, then get up and get dressed. We’re going out to lunch.
He Said: Ok. Where do you want to go
I Said: The place on the river with the fish and chips that you like
He Said: Ok. I like that place
I Said: I can’t find the coupon for that place.
He Said: Forget it then. How about we get a bucket of chicken from The Colonel instead?
I Said: OOOOOOkkkkkkkk then.
Me: hahahahahahahah! Did he even realize what he said?
Mom: Yeah, he knew, but I didn’t say a freaking word.
Me: hahahahahahaha! Face it mom, your chicken just doesn’t compare to Kentucky Fried Chicken!!