Confessions of a would-be trophy wife
My father and I went to see a concert together, and decided to grab something to eat before heading in. He went for the deli; I explained how it worked and headed off to get a salad (which I did eventually acquire, after an issue with my debit card and an attempt on my life by a ramakin of balsalmic). In my absence:Deli man: ..and mustard and mayo?
Father: yes, please.
Deli man: and who was she? (waving in my general direction) Your wife?
(if I had been there, I would have been relatively uncomfortable at this point)
Father: er, my daughter.
Apparently this was followed by some sort of compliment, such as prompted my father to say, upon my return: "You should have gone to the deli. The guy thinks you're hot."
Definately an odd conversation...
posted by Vivyenne @ 12:37 PM
1 Comments:
That. Is. Amazing.
And seriously, watch out for that Balsamic Ramakin. It'll getcha.
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