Daddy G: Becky, what did you buy on Amazon on our US credit
card?
Becky: Erm….mumble mumble something DaddyG. I won’t do it
again, promise. (Daddy G gets paid in rupees, so spending in dollars is
expensive for us)
Daddy G: Seriously, what was it?
Becky: Mumble mumble… 50 Shades of Grey.
Daddy G: You spent 2,000 rupees on Trash Lit?
Becky: Yes.
Daddy G: Why???
Becky: I’m not apologizing. It was worth it.
Daddy G: Why was it worth it? It’s not even good writing!
Becky: I agree, the writing was absolutely awful. The good
scenes were pretty hot though. That directly
benefits you, you know.
Daddy G: Why didn’t you just buy it on Flipcart? (The Indian
equivalent of Amazon, where books are
much, much cheaper)
Becky: Well, first things first, I really didn’t think I
would find it there.
Daddy G: I checked, it’s there.
Becky: Well, ahem. Second, I knew you would flip if I bought
an actual book where our kids could get their hands on it or it could
accidentally embarrass you in front of company.
Daddy G: Hmmm. Point given there. There will be no erotic
literature on our bookshelves.
Becky: I’m sorry, I won’t buy stuff from Amazon anymore.
Daddy G: Wait a minute. Is this why you call me Sir?
Becky: Absolutely not. Number 1 I started calling you that
long ago. Number 2, you’re totally not a dominant personality.
Daddy G: You really have to stop calling me that. People are
going to think we’re all kinky.
Becky: Oh no. We can’t have that. (Eyes rolling so far back
I can see the back of my head)
Daddy G: Seriously, I’m an exec now, you can’t be putting
shit like this on the internets.
Becky: I call you Sir because you insufferably bossy
sometimes.
Daddy G: This is not helping your cause. At all. No Sir.
Becky: Damnit.
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