Saturday, May 12, 2007

How to embarass your teenage daughter...

Actually, I could start a whole new blog with this theme, but this one in particular was incredible, and I can't even take credit for it...

Today my almost-sixteen daughter and I went shopping for flowers to plant in front of the house. The entire time we were at the nursery she was noting all the "cute guys" who were there working as flower-waterers or whatever. After we roamed around and selected our fifty dollars worth (!!!) of flowers, we went up to the register to pay for our stuff, and I told register-lady that I needed two bags of cow poop and three bags of mulch, too. The lady rang us up and then asked, "What are you driving? I'll have someone bring your mulch and manure to your car." I described our new Range Rover to the lady, and she picked up the P.A. and said: "I need two bags of manure and three bags of black gold for the..." (pausing as she looked at my daughter and I, sizing us up) "... young couple with the pink and purple hanging basket coming out to the Range Rover."

My daughter was completely mortified at the idea of being confused as her fat, ugly dad's wife or date...

Nice to know that I still look like a young stud...

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