My grandma was in fine form this Thanksgiving.
My dad has a new mustache, and as soon as she saw him, she said, “Now, X*, do you want to look older or younger?”
My dad, who is 62, considered all the various sarcastic responses he might make, but eventually settled on the straightforward answer that he’d like to look younger. To which she immediately responded, “Well, I think your mustache makes you look ten years older!”
(She didn’t drop it all weekend, either.)
I shouldn’t laugh too hard — although, let me tell you, I did — because I am so unbelievably tactless myself. Like, when I met my boyfriend — who needs a Blog Name, by the way — he hated most vegetables, including delicious ones like spinach, because he grew up eating them boiled to shit. And so what do I do when we’re eating spinach one time with his lovely mother? I very innocently explain how I had to convince him to eat spinach, since he grew up eating it prepared in the most terrible ways!
Seriously, folks. It never crossed my mind that the person I was speaking to was the one who did that terrible preparing.
His mother was really amazingly nice about the whole thing.
* I’m leaving my dad’s name out of it because his first name is extremely unusual and should someone ever google him just with that — which would definitely work for finding him — I don’t think he’d want them turning up this story!