Mrs. Tia: "Well, we were at dinner, and I'd just started some chocolate pudding, when suddenly I had trouble talking and..."
Ms. Daughter: "Mom, you were having tapioca pudding."
Mrs. Tia: "No, it was chocolate. I hate tapioca pudding."
Ms. Daughter: "No, I'm the one who hates tapioca. It makes me sick that you order it."
Mrs. Tia: "I wouldn't have ordered it because I can't stand it. That's why I got chocolate."
Ms. Daughter: "Maybe you should consider a restaurant with better desserts."
Mrs. Tia: "Maybe you should think about why Robert left you."
Ms. Daughter: "I didn't bring you here to fight with you."
Mrs. Tia: "Could have fooled me."
Ms. Daughter: "I hate all kinds of pudding, anyway."
19 comments:
you need to introduce a 'no relatives' policy :)
This sounds like a debate for Mr. Cosby to handle.
driver stop the bus I have reached my stop and need to get off, or feed them both chocolate pudding in the hope they both stop talking
.........lol wow.....
>'Mrs. Tia: "Maybe you should think about why Robert left you."'
People actually say that in real life? Though it was just a sitcom thing.
My life IS a sitcom.
counselor/neurologist. Have Mary bill them for both. :)
LOL the proof is in the pudding. People are nutjobs.
"My life IS a sitcom."
you lucky bastard!
This is in large part why I chose pathology!
"Besides, Robert left YOU first."
"So THAT'S why I could never get you to eat your meat!"
"Didn't we already settle the pudding issue yesterday at the tax accountant's office?"
I have a lot of doctors (nine in total that I see regularly) and they have shared stories with me, anonymously of course, and some have been "WAY OUT THERE," but the stuff you deal with, I just don't understand! Do you notice a trend......do the craziest patients all get referred from the same PCP group?? Maybe someone has a brain cell to pick with you! Because this shit is unreal. At some point does the humor get replaced by pure frustration?
On a serious note, my dad loved eating eggs almost every day for breakfast and one day my sister in law asked him if he wanted scrambled eggs. He looked at her like she had two heads and said he didn't eat eggs, didn't like them. Such is the nature of old age dementia/alzheimers. He's 92 - I forgive him anything!
On the bright side, Mrs. Tia doesn't seem to have trouble talking any more.
Wow. Doesn't sound to me like she was having any trouble talking!
So did you ever find out if it was chocolate or tapioca?
Hey, what about strudel?
No arguments about strudel.
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