gross.
today at the ‘brary this older lady asks me a question and it confused me cos it was very busy today what with the summer reading program going on. kids were everywhere and the phone rang nonstop. so she says to me, “how old are you? i’ve got a son.”
and i’m not thinking on all cylinders here because i’m trying to get the right dates on her books and the phone is ringing, and the next person in line is looking at me all, “can we get on with it? why is she still talking to you? doesn’t she know it’s busy as hell in here?”
so i’m thinking, son? what the hell’s that got to do with anything? so i say, “i’m thirty.” with what i’m sure is a confused face on my face.
so then she’s makes a face and says, “oh, you’re much too old for him.”
what the- oh NOW i get it, and i’m all, “hey, i’m married, lady. next!”
weird. i mean c’mon. what kind of mom tries to pick up chicks for her son? so i’m skeeved about it. and i tell mr. fleegan about it when he gets home from work and he says, “well really it’s kind of flattering.”
“what?! really? which part, the part where she tries to pick up a chick for her kid? or the part where ahe sneered at me and told me i was too old.”
“well obviously she sees something in you that she likes and would approve for her son to date.”
“oh. i’ve turquoise hair. who tries to bag the chick with the hair for their son?”
“see?”
“i guess. still, she needs to be letting her son do the talking. else he won’t learn nothin’.”
so, possible flattery aside, isn’t it weird for moms to ask girls personal questions for their sons? oh! and what’s even weirder is this isn’t the first time this has happened. when i worked at the sign shop i had pink hair and this lady i had to deal with several times asked me how old i was. i answered, “i’m 23. why?”
“oh. i have a son…. but you’re too old for him.”
again with the oldness. so now it’s years later right? and that lady’s son has been dating this girl i know for several years WHO IS THE SAME AGE AS ME.
THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR AGE SNOBBERY.
but now that i’m thinking about it i guess it is okay that they think i’m “worthy” of their sons (you know how southern moms are). until the whole bit about my age anyway.
Tags: library, rant, sign shop
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I think you should probably wonder what kind of sons these mamas have, if they are checking out the girl with colored hair for their babies. I’ll bet they aren’t like Mr. Fleegan!
ha! i had to explain it to jimmy from my point of view. i said, “would you want you mom picking out/talking to girls for you?”
then he was all, “oh god no!”
but of course, now he’s married to Teal sha’nille.
I just imagine the mom at home:
There was the cutest little girl at the library today.
Mom…
And she had Teal hair!
*sigh* You didn’t..
I just asked her how old she was! But she’s MUCH too old for you.
MOooooOOOoommmmmm
“MOooooOOOoommmmmm”
snkkt.
I think I’d go with flattering as well. She was obviously SHOCKED that you were 30, so, yay for that youthful glow. Anyway, I think lots of moms like to hunt for cute girls to date their sons, so it’s really only skeevy if he put her up to it.
I just wonder what color hair their sons have…What colors match Teal?
nothing. nothing matches teal. my awesome hair clashes with everything i own. well, but not the jeep.
Red & Teal look awesome together.
Could be a new song about you and your Jeep!
I’m with you Sha’nelle. What guy would want his mom to go out scouting for girls for him? He probably has no idea she’s doing this.
Have you ever had the mom and son in together, and the mom start telling you in front of the son how smart and handsome he is…um, and he’s not…and he is smiling at you like you may be persuaded? Like maybe by the time you check out all of his demonology, witchcraft and “Do It Yourself Home Video” books to him, he’ll have your digits? Because you are an intelligent and lovely lady, and you know what’s good for you…
oh gross, you win la petit rouge. at least in my senario the son wasn’t there checking out books on evil. and if he DOES know his mom is doing this i hope it’s cookie’s version and he’s all, “MOOOOooooom!” about it and not all, “thank you, mother.”
Oh come on Jaimie… you didn’t tell all about the guy that came in looking for you? You know the guy. With the chin stud. All the ‘bary ladies liked him. “He’s so polite”. Come on, “it could be worse!”