As you can imagine from many of my posts, my parents are a constant source of amazement and entertainment. You know how every family has A story, that one story that gets told time after time and everyone still laughs as if it is the first time they ever heard it? Well, this is THAT story.
Not many packages were ever delivered to our house. Actually, none were because we lived so far out. We’d get a notice in the mail to go pick it up. Whenever, we got a notice that there was something to be picked up, one of my parents knew what it was going to be as they were the ones who ordered the item.
So, anyway, one day my folks grabbed the mail and went out for lunch. While they were eating lunch, my mother started going through the mail. She got to one item and looked up at my father with a scowl.
Mom: Who the hell is Maggie Chet?
Dad: I’ll be damned if I know.
Mom: You obviously know her because she knows your name and address and has sent you a package! (She is fuming at this point and shoves the notice at him.)
Dad: I swear I never heard of her! (He is perplexed at this point.)
Mom: Well, I wonder what your girlfriend sent you!
Dad: She ain’t no damn girlfriend of mine!
They finish eating and my father suggests that they go to pick up the package. My mother tells him she’ll just wait in the car while he goes in. She is still fuming. My father returns with a large box and is grinning from ear to ear.
Dad: I got Maggie Chet in the box.
Mom; Well, you can just keep that bitch in the box!
My dad is howling with laughter which only makes my mother angrier. The more she fusses at him, the harder he laughs. The harder he laughs, the more ticked off she becomes.
Mom: So, what did that hussy of yours send you?
Dad: I’ve told you I don’t know Maggie Chet.
Mom: Well, she sent you something. Obviously you know her!
Dad: Actually, this is for you, and you’ve been expecting it.
Mom: I know good and well that I don’t know any such Maggie Chet.
Dad: Put your glasses on and read the return label.
It said Magic Chef. Now that my friends is how you make a mountain out of a mole hill when you’re too stubborn to wear your glasses! (It was actually a microwave that my sister’s friend sent, and they were expecting it.)