A brother's confession
His voyeurism unsatisfied by the few responses to his questionnaire, Moobs tagged me in his tell-all scheme. This is clearly backwards—it is I who should be on the receiving end of the confession. To show you just how tremendously humble I am, however, I have decided to accept his challenge.
1. I have had this experience, but not lately so I cannot remember what my comeback was. It's not like I memorize them for future use. I will substitute the best anonymous insult I ever received. In a full parking garage at Rome's airport, I had to park the car askew because of the way the car beside my space was parked. While I was away, the offending car left, making it look as if I had capriciously taken two parking spaces. When I returned to my car, this was the note on my windshield: "If you make love like you park, it's no wonder that your wife cheats on you." It sounded better in Italian.
2. No. My mother was an obsessive cleaner so I knew better than to hide anything there.
3. A year?! No. That's why we have confession.
4. I kept the fact that I was considering joining a religious order a secret from my mother for over two years. She eventually learned of it from one of my high school teachers.
5. Yes. When I was in high school, there was a girl I met one summer when she came to stay with her relatives for a few weeks. I was really shy in those days, but felt really comfortable around her. She's now married to a rocket scientist and has five children, whom she home schools. We are still very good friends.
6. I've only written one poem in my life, that I can recall anyway. It starts:
"Twenty years of training..."
1. I have had this experience, but not lately so I cannot remember what my comeback was. It's not like I memorize them for future use. I will substitute the best anonymous insult I ever received. In a full parking garage at Rome's airport, I had to park the car askew because of the way the car beside my space was parked. While I was away, the offending car left, making it look as if I had capriciously taken two parking spaces. When I returned to my car, this was the note on my windshield: "If you make love like you park, it's no wonder that your wife cheats on you." It sounded better in Italian.
2. No. My mother was an obsessive cleaner so I knew better than to hide anything there.
3. A year?! No. That's why we have confession.
4. I kept the fact that I was considering joining a religious order a secret from my mother for over two years. She eventually learned of it from one of my high school teachers.
5. Yes. When I was in high school, there was a girl I met one summer when she came to stay with her relatives for a few weeks. I was really shy in those days, but felt really comfortable around her. She's now married to a rocket scientist and has five children, whom she home schools. We are still very good friends.
6. I've only written one poem in my life, that I can recall anyway. It starts:
"Twenty years of training..."
posted by BroLo | 6/04/2006 02:24:00 AM
3 Comments:
Having been in that self same car park two weeks ago I cann attest to the state of parking skill one needs. Sadly I was not worthy of a note.
Let me know the next time you are going there. Maybe I can arrange for someone to leave you a note, appropriately modified, of course.
'and there it was, still raining ..'?
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