I know I’m not alone on this one

by Perckle on February 23, 2010

I was walking home from the store today and talking to my mom (because God forbid I give my brain too much time to think) and I was about to cross the street when I noticed a HUGE truck approaching the intersection.  Being the kind, considerate daughter that I am, I said to my mother, “Hold on please, I’m about to get hit by a truck.”   The truck then decided it would obey the stop sign and not flatten me like a crepe.

My mother’s response and the conversation that followed:

Mom: “Don’t get hit by a truck!”

Me: “Don’t worry, he stopped.  Besides, I don’t want to get hit by a truck…today.”

Mom: “Or any day!”

Me: “Well, sometimes I think it’d be nice to be hit by a car.  Not so hard that I’d die or have horrible life altering injuries; just hard enough so I’m forced to take two or three days to recover in the hospital and not be allowed to think about work or the stress of life.”

Mom: “Why are you saying this?  You don’t want to be hit by a car!”

Me: “Again, not that hard.  Just a nudge.  And preferably by someone with great insurance or just a lot of pocket money so that I can sue them for the mental distress and then I can retire and really never have to stress about work or bills or any of that nonsense.”

Mom: “I can’t believe you’re saying this.  What’s wrong with you?”

Me: “You really think I’m the only person who dreams of being gently hit by a car?”

She may have a point.

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Madre G February 25, 2010 at 1:52 am

Listen to your Mother. The first one. She knows these things.

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