jimnyc
07-01-2015, 12:06 PM
I'm drinking my coffee and decide to go for a refill. I had another glass on my desk that I had to bring downstairs as well. I knew my brother was about to call, so I stuck my cell in my sweatshirt pocket. Yes, I like it cold in my room. My bluetooth is in my front pocket. Of course just as I get to the closed door the phone rings. I quickly walk to my dresser and put the coffee mug down and reach for the phone, answer it and pick the mug back up and start for the door.
My brother John calls me pretty much every day on his lunch hour to catch up on things and shoot the breeze. We like to give one another a good ribbing every now and again. Ok, maybe worse than that, we are kinda brutal in how we address one another. So when I picked up to answer his call, I said "what's up..." and then called him something that refers to a part of the male anatomy. Not the frank, but the beans, and just one bean. And bad for me, I added something onto that even. :(
Because after I said it, there was a pause for about 3-4 seconds, and I heard my father ask "Jimmy?"
Talk about a golf ball in my throat and my face turning bright red, even though he's well over 1,000 miles away.
And then imagine my lucky surprise when at the same time, him and my stepmother wished me a happy birthday. They called from the car and ALWAYS do so through their speaker bluetooth crap. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. It's not like either one of them think I'm an angel... but I probably would have been even better just saying "what's up motherfu&%^ers!!"
My brother John calls me pretty much every day on his lunch hour to catch up on things and shoot the breeze. We like to give one another a good ribbing every now and again. Ok, maybe worse than that, we are kinda brutal in how we address one another. So when I picked up to answer his call, I said "what's up..." and then called him something that refers to a part of the male anatomy. Not the frank, but the beans, and just one bean. And bad for me, I added something onto that even. :(
Because after I said it, there was a pause for about 3-4 seconds, and I heard my father ask "Jimmy?"
Talk about a golf ball in my throat and my face turning bright red, even though he's well over 1,000 miles away.
And then imagine my lucky surprise when at the same time, him and my stepmother wished me a happy birthday. They called from the car and ALWAYS do so through their speaker bluetooth crap. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. It's not like either one of them think I'm an angel... but I probably would have been even better just saying "what's up motherfu&%^ers!!"