Being told off as an adult
When was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
When was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
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My daughter told me off last week...
Apparently I'm a rather poor excuse for a father- or at least that was how I felt as my daughter was going off on me over a variety of things, from the fact that I had to get rid of one of our dogs (when I say get rid of, I mean bring her back to the friend I had gotten her from, not taken to the pound) for tearing up our house and yard to the fact that my girlfriend had slept in her bed a couple of times while she was away (my live-in girlfriend, who was having troubles at the time with insomnia and couldn't sleep with me snoring). She went into a full melt-down with lots of weeping, and I went to the bathroom to get her a box of tissues and a trash can once she had wound down a little. As she wiped her eyes I felt lower than dogshit.
Then she blew her nose so hard that she forced out a fart loud enough to be heard outside.
We sat there looking at each other for a moment, both struggling to keep a straight face, then gave up and laughed like hell...
( , Tue 25 Sep 2007, 18:11, Reply)
Apparently I'm a rather poor excuse for a father- or at least that was how I felt as my daughter was going off on me over a variety of things, from the fact that I had to get rid of one of our dogs (when I say get rid of, I mean bring her back to the friend I had gotten her from, not taken to the pound) for tearing up our house and yard to the fact that my girlfriend had slept in her bed a couple of times while she was away (my live-in girlfriend, who was having troubles at the time with insomnia and couldn't sleep with me snoring). She went into a full melt-down with lots of weeping, and I went to the bathroom to get her a box of tissues and a trash can once she had wound down a little. As she wiped her eyes I felt lower than dogshit.
Then she blew her nose so hard that she forced out a fart loud enough to be heard outside.
We sat there looking at each other for a moment, both struggling to keep a straight face, then gave up and laughed like hell...
( , Tue 25 Sep 2007, 18:11, Reply)
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