I Am Not Your Mother
Lauren sent me the following conversation between her mom and her grandma. We’re bridging the generational gap! Here’s the transcript along with her message:
“Yesterday, my mom compiled phone numbers of building renovators and started calling them to get repair estimates from hurricane ike damage. Without realizing it, one of the numbers she wrote down was my grandmother’s. This is a rough transcript of their call.”
grandmother: hello?
mom: um, is this &%*$&% repair and foundations?
grandmother: no, i’m sorry, you have the wrong number.
mom: mom, is that you?
grandmother: no, this is sybil.
mom: mom?
grandmother: no, i’m not your mother.
mom: mom, it’s me!
grandmother: no, i am not your mother.
mom: yes, you ARE my mother!
grandmother: well, i am someone’s mother, but just not yours.
mom: mom, yes you are.
grandmother: i think i need to hang up now.
*click*
