NoTolerance
Regular Member
It's something of a tradition. For years now, my brother and I take our grandfather to breakfast on Sunday mornings. Often, our father and my son will come, too. It's kind of nice having 4 generations of family represented.
This past Sunday, my mother and grandmother joined us.
As we're walking out of the restaurant, my brother, in typical smart alec fashion, points at my hip and says, "You got a license for that?" "I don't need one for this," I replied.
By this time, we're on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. Meanwhile, my mother hones in on the conversation. She looks down, sees what we're talking about, and says in complete amazement, "Oh my God - I didn't even know you had that!" "Don't feel bad. Most people don't notice," I smile.
Then - and here's the great part - she grabs my grandmother by the arm, turns her around to face me, points at my hip, and says loudly (so busha can hear) and still in complete wonderment, "Mom, look! He has a gun!"
I can instantly feel all the eyes of the patrons in the restaurant on us, as some woman is pointing at the MWAG outside...
It kind of makes me wonder if she's noticed all the times I've OC'd at her house...
So there it is. I submit for your approval: Mothers never stop embarrassing their children.
This past Sunday, my mother and grandmother joined us.
As we're walking out of the restaurant, my brother, in typical smart alec fashion, points at my hip and says, "You got a license for that?" "I don't need one for this," I replied.
By this time, we're on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. Meanwhile, my mother hones in on the conversation. She looks down, sees what we're talking about, and says in complete amazement, "Oh my God - I didn't even know you had that!" "Don't feel bad. Most people don't notice," I smile.
Then - and here's the great part - she grabs my grandmother by the arm, turns her around to face me, points at my hip, and says loudly (so busha can hear) and still in complete wonderment, "Mom, look! He has a gun!"
I can instantly feel all the eyes of the patrons in the restaurant on us, as some woman is pointing at the MWAG outside...
It kind of makes me wonder if she's noticed all the times I've OC'd at her house...
So there it is. I submit for your approval: Mothers never stop embarrassing their children.