The monitor of our family computer broke awhile ago, and we got it back today, repaired good as new. Dad dropped it this morning, and I tried to set it up. But there was this little problem – there were no plugs to connect it to the computer :S
So, I called Dad, who was the one who unplugged the thing when he got it repaired. After I explained the problem, he said he couldn’t remember what he did, and then tried to tell me it was my fault, and that I was supposed to mgically know what he did with the plugs.
Does anyone remember when you were little and you lost something, your parents would say:
“I want you to have a good long think about what you did, and see if you can remember where you put the thing”. Well suddenly I had turned into a mum again, and said that to my dad, because I am stupid and forgot the bit about how he was actually MY parent, not the other way around. And then he tried to guilt me about not cleaning the office, and I said something along the lines of:
“That’s great. You can’t remember what you did, so you change the subject so you can tell me off for something. That’s very immature.”
Needless to say, he was a bit surly when he hung up. I felt bad as son as he did.
I called him back a few minutes later, and as soon as he picked up the phone I apologised for being an arse. And in a manner similar to a scene from a stupid hollywood movie, a random voice came from the other end saying: “Are you after Peter? He’s actually taking another call.”