Helicopter Parents
Back when young ScaryDuck worked in the Dole office rather than simply queuing in it, he had to deal with a claimant brought in by his mum. She did all the talking. He was 40 years old.
Have you had to deal with over-protective parents? Get your Dad to tell us all about it.
( , Thu 10 Sep 2009, 15:13)
Back when young ScaryDuck worked in the Dole office rather than simply queuing in it, he had to deal with a claimant brought in by his mum. She did all the talking. He was 40 years old.
Have you had to deal with over-protective parents? Get your Dad to tell us all about it.
( , Thu 10 Sep 2009, 15:13)
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This reminds me of a good one!
This one was absolutely hysterical, and more to the point predicted with 100% accuracy by me...
Anyway - wibbly lines- wibbly lines -
On the day I left home to go to University - and I mean the VERY day - my Mum packed up and emigrated to Spain, with a "my work here is done" kinda feeling. She'd worked her arse off as a single mum and got me to Uni, so I thought "fair enough: Uni is all about learning to live by yourself after all"
So it was a buttock-clenchingly cool surprise when in my second year she told me that she had bought up a townhouse in the port area (of Denia - near Alicante: nice little place) and whilst she was trying to flog it my and my mates were welcome to stay in it. So: never one to let a freebie get away from me, I promptly asked the usual suspects and one mate said "sounds like a larf: I'm in!"
Now: a bit of background: my mate (who shall be called Barney, for that is his name) had kinda uptight, middle class parents: to the extent than when they visited we had to spend about a week fumigating the flat and removing the residue of 4 19 year old students partying like their lives depended on it. And under no circumstances whatsoever would the dreaded subject of SEX ever be mentioned between parent and child. And I mean NEVER - not even if the fate of nations depended on it. It just Would Never Happen.
So: we're at the airport leaving the UK and I stop by the shops and load up on a big box o' condoms and sidle up to Barney with malice aforethought.
"I told you about the Condom Check didn't I?"
"Wha'?"
""Yup: mum's gonna demand to see that you have some condoms with you so you'll be safe if you are also lucky..."
Barney's face did that icebergs falling into the sea thing that happens in Greenland in the spring: he just could not compute the thought of "mother" "condoms" and "talking about" - why - that would mean his parents knew he had SEX!!! But my mum - well, despite our occasional massive arguments she'd always been cool on this issue: she was open and honest on the subject of sex to the point at which now at 19 it was genuinely a case of: "got your condoms son?"
"yes mum!"
"good lad! have a great holiday!"
So: we land in Alicante: there she is to pick us up and she says it exactly as I predicted and perhaps even a little louder than was strictly necessary and she gets a hearty 'yes mum!" from me and a strangled, horrified choked sound from Barney - and he just died: he shriveled up into a ball and was a mumbling incoherent mess for 3 hours. Poor lamb!
( , Tue 15 Sep 2009, 21:26, 2 replies)
This one was absolutely hysterical, and more to the point predicted with 100% accuracy by me...
Anyway - wibbly lines- wibbly lines -
On the day I left home to go to University - and I mean the VERY day - my Mum packed up and emigrated to Spain, with a "my work here is done" kinda feeling. She'd worked her arse off as a single mum and got me to Uni, so I thought "fair enough: Uni is all about learning to live by yourself after all"
So it was a buttock-clenchingly cool surprise when in my second year she told me that she had bought up a townhouse in the port area (of Denia - near Alicante: nice little place) and whilst she was trying to flog it my and my mates were welcome to stay in it. So: never one to let a freebie get away from me, I promptly asked the usual suspects and one mate said "sounds like a larf: I'm in!"
Now: a bit of background: my mate (who shall be called Barney, for that is his name) had kinda uptight, middle class parents: to the extent than when they visited we had to spend about a week fumigating the flat and removing the residue of 4 19 year old students partying like their lives depended on it. And under no circumstances whatsoever would the dreaded subject of SEX ever be mentioned between parent and child. And I mean NEVER - not even if the fate of nations depended on it. It just Would Never Happen.
So: we're at the airport leaving the UK and I stop by the shops and load up on a big box o' condoms and sidle up to Barney with malice aforethought.
"I told you about the Condom Check didn't I?"
"Wha'?"
""Yup: mum's gonna demand to see that you have some condoms with you so you'll be safe if you are also lucky..."
Barney's face did that icebergs falling into the sea thing that happens in Greenland in the spring: he just could not compute the thought of "mother" "condoms" and "talking about" - why - that would mean his parents knew he had SEX!!! But my mum - well, despite our occasional massive arguments she'd always been cool on this issue: she was open and honest on the subject of sex to the point at which now at 19 it was genuinely a case of: "got your condoms son?"
"yes mum!"
"good lad! have a great holiday!"
So: we land in Alicante: there she is to pick us up and she says it exactly as I predicted and perhaps even a little louder than was strictly necessary and she gets a hearty 'yes mum!" from me and a strangled, horrified choked sound from Barney - and he just died: he shriveled up into a ball and was a mumbling incoherent mess for 3 hours. Poor lamb!
( , Tue 15 Sep 2009, 21:26, 2 replies)
My mum
packed condoms for my (18 year old) little brother.
How helpful!
Oh, and thinking about it, for my 18th birthday my mate's parents gave me a pack of 3, and gave my girlfriend a knowing wink. Like you, I didn't have a problem with this, but my mate didn't quite like the idea of his mum buying me condoms.
( , Tue 15 Sep 2009, 23:35, closed)
packed condoms for my (18 year old) little brother.
How helpful!
Oh, and thinking about it, for my 18th birthday my mate's parents gave me a pack of 3, and gave my girlfriend a knowing wink. Like you, I didn't have a problem with this, but my mate didn't quite like the idea of his mum buying me condoms.
( , Tue 15 Sep 2009, 23:35, closed)
I bought my son his first pack (12)...
only to discover later on that he was selling them on to his mates who were too embarrassed to go in and buy them for themselves.
Made a tidy profit, I understand... well seeing as he didn't pay for them in the first place... a big profit.
( , Wed 16 Sep 2009, 13:48, closed)
only to discover later on that he was selling them on to his mates who were too embarrassed to go in and buy them for themselves.
Made a tidy profit, I understand... well seeing as he didn't pay for them in the first place... a big profit.
( , Wed 16 Sep 2009, 13:48, closed)
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