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todayiamadaisy) wrote2012-07-19 08:17 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2012-07-19 08:17 pm
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The Wicked Marquis
Oh, oh, I meant to say the other day, there was an article in the local paper: Start your Christmas shopping now. It actually said there are only five months to go. I'd best get on to that, then.
A conversation with my mother:
My mother: Would you have a look at this letter John got from the bank? It says he needs it for his tax return.
Me: He doesn't have to do a tax return.
My mother: It says he needs it.
Me: It says he needs to put it in his tax return if he needs to do one, but he doesn't need to do one.
My mother: So what should he do with it?
Me: Just… file it somewhere.
My mother (handing the letter to John): Throw it in the bin.
Me: No!
My mother: Oh, you meant file it. I thought you meant 'file it'.
This is a woman who throws nothing out. Nothing but official documents belonging to other people, apparently.
A conversation with my mother:
My mother: Would you have a look at this letter John got from the bank? It says he needs it for his tax return.
Me: He doesn't have to do a tax return.
My mother: It says he needs it.
Me: It says he needs to put it in his tax return if he needs to do one, but he doesn't need to do one.
My mother: So what should he do with it?
Me: Just… file it somewhere.
My mother (handing the letter to John): Throw it in the bin.
Me: No!
My mother: Oh, you meant file it. I thought you meant 'file it'.
This is a woman who throws nothing out. Nothing but official documents belonging to other people, apparently.