To which we had the following conversation:
My mother, who as far as I'm concerned is a very sane woman, IS CLAIMING A POSSUM THREW A CAN OF BEANS AT HER. Specifically, a can of GARBANZO BEANS.
I'm so fucking confused. I mean, my mother isn't a liar, she's like my own little Mother Theresa. She wouldn't lie for the sake of comedy. Which is this why this is all the more hilarious.
I DON'T GET IT.
Me, always trying to rationalize everything, tried to make sense of her strange allegations. Was a possum maybe out by the garbage cans when she took the trash out one night? Maybe she scared him and as he was running away he like kicked an empty can of beans somewhat in her direction?!
OR did an angry possum, with a vendetta for little Colombian women, strategically wait until my mother was alone at night where she was an easy target, and attack her - using his weapon of choice, a can of (again, specifically) garbanzo beans?!?!!?
I'll never know what really went down that November night. But for the sake of it making me laugh every time I remember it, I want so badly for my mother to be right.
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