Saturday, March 7, 2009

Ow.

I called my dad from the pay phone downstairs this afternoon. I was slouched forward, listening to his opinion on the current world economic situation, when all of a sudden I had an idea. I jerked upright and WHACK! I hit my head.

I howled in pain, and tears started streaming down my face, but my dad was so absorbed in what he was saying that he didn't notice at first. I kept saying, "Dad? Daddy? Hold on... hold on, okay? Dad?"

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" he asked.

"No!" I said, crying. "I... I... I cracked my head on the corner of the condom machine in the phone booth, and it hurts!"

And he laughed his behind off at me.

Thanks for the tea and sympathy, Dad.

(Okay, to be fair, his laugh is really infectious, and so once he got going I couldn't help but laugh and cry and hold my head all at once. I sounded truly hysterical.)

Glad to know I made his morning...

3 comments:

Bethany Stewart said...

Lol, my dad would just point out that it was my own fault.
Mine got mad at ME once because as I was getting into our van my mom shut the door... and my hand in it.
I started screaming and she opened the door and for some reason in the midst of her tears she thought she had shut my foot in the door so she kept kissing my foot and I kept trying to draw enough breath to point out that my hand looked broken...
;-) ah, parents

naechstehaltestelle said...

You haven't lived in Switzerland until you've rammed your head into a condom machine. Hilarious!

Tom said...

I'm not even sure where to begin here... except to say that if it were my daughter, I would have reacted exactly the same way. Hilarious!