I called my father tonight to discuss a few things, including a number of job openings I am interested in at a former company of his and his offer to help deliver my old bed from his house to my house. As the conversation was coming to a close, I mentioned something that I wanted his help on, to which he replied, “We can talk about it when we get together on the bed.”
Long pause.
“Uh, that sounded sort of wrong,” he said, laughing a bit.
“I know what you meant,” I replied quickly. “We can discuss the different positions then as well.”
Long pause.
“I think this conversation is taking a turn for the worse.”
what. the. fuck.
HAHA That must have been awkward!
Im glad my parents have said anything along those lines around me…except for the one time I was mad at my mom and told her to suck my dick…she wasnt too happy about that.
Happy Thanksgiving!