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Lingering Grin's post about an sc experience with his mom brought this experience to mind. I figured if anyone could understand the shock and horror followed by sweet, sweet rage this brought on it would be the good people of CS.
Background: Women in my family are very young looking. My mom, who is in her forties, has been accused of still being a teenager for as long as I can remember. Part of it is she is genuinely young looking, the other reason is because she is small.*important* We look vaguely related, but don't particularly look like close relatives.
So my mom and I decide we are in need of a few clothes. A local Wal-mart seems as likely a place to find some as any, so off we go. After finding some seemingly acceptable clothes, we just need to try them on. All is going well so far. There is a line so we joke around and talk, during which time my mom probably referred to me as "honey" or something similar at least once.
Finally our turn comes, we gather our clothes and ask for a room together so we don't have to keep running between rooms to share and receive opinions.
Me- I will be playing this role
Mom- woman who spawned me
IS- ignorant saleslady
IS- <makes as if to hand us two keys, is giving the stink eye for some reason>
Mom- Oh, we just need one fitting room please.
SL- <huffs> Oh no. We don't allow people like you to go into rooms together.
Me + Mom- ...what?
SL- People like you! Doing things in our rooms! We don't allow that sort of thing here. <glares with self important rage>
Me + Mom- <confused as hell>
Me- <!> Wait, what the hell? <light bulb goes off> Gah, that is just wrong!
Mom- <takes a min longer to get it> Wha- <
> Lady I don't know what the hell you think you know, but she is my daughter! That is disgusting*! I can't even deal with you, <to me> we are leaving. Now!
We did stop to find a manager on our way out, and explain that she had an employee who had really, really bad judgment and who was also a bigot.
Mentioning that incident still sets my mom off on a tangent. Having a mom who looks like a young stranger, yet who still calls you "honey" and "babe" can create some interesting situations (if I had a dollar for every time someone asked us for a menage a trios, I would be very, very rich).
*My mom was disgusted by the implied incest, not the implied lesbianism.
Background: Women in my family are very young looking. My mom, who is in her forties, has been accused of still being a teenager for as long as I can remember. Part of it is she is genuinely young looking, the other reason is because she is small.*important* We look vaguely related, but don't particularly look like close relatives.
So my mom and I decide we are in need of a few clothes. A local Wal-mart seems as likely a place to find some as any, so off we go. After finding some seemingly acceptable clothes, we just need to try them on. All is going well so far. There is a line so we joke around and talk, during which time my mom probably referred to me as "honey" or something similar at least once.
Finally our turn comes, we gather our clothes and ask for a room together so we don't have to keep running between rooms to share and receive opinions.
Me- I will be playing this role
Mom- woman who spawned me
IS- ignorant saleslady
IS- <makes as if to hand us two keys, is giving the stink eye for some reason>
Mom- Oh, we just need one fitting room please.
SL- <huffs> Oh no. We don't allow people like you to go into rooms together.
Me + Mom- ...what?
SL- People like you! Doing things in our rooms! We don't allow that sort of thing here. <glares with self important rage>
Me + Mom- <confused as hell>
Me- <!> Wait, what the hell? <light bulb goes off> Gah, that is just wrong!
Mom- <takes a min longer to get it> Wha- <
> Lady I don't know what the hell you think you know, but she is my daughter! That is disgusting*! I can't even deal with you, <to me> we are leaving. Now!We did stop to find a manager on our way out, and explain that she had an employee who had really, really bad judgment and who was also a bigot.
Mentioning that incident still sets my mom off on a tangent. Having a mom who looks like a young stranger, yet who still calls you "honey" and "babe" can create some interesting situations (if I had a dollar for every time someone asked us for a menage a trios, I would be very, very rich).
*My mom was disgusted by the implied incest, not the implied lesbianism.
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