For the Mug -7-
09 Mar 2021Sir Boundness
[incoming voice call]“Oh yes, hi mom, I get the mugs and I’m just on my way to you”
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“What do you mean with wrong colour”
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“No, they only had these ones”
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“I have looked – what is the difference by the way from white to pearl white? I don’t get it.”
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“No, I don’t know your table.”
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“They will look fine, trust me – this was just the lighting of Proxima Centaury around there.”
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“No, I do not go back there!”
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“I’m sorry mom – really!”
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“Ok, if you say so – I’ll find some use for them.”
[voice connection terminated]
I knew this trip would costs my mind. Now I do have those shitty mugs and can’t even get them sold on my carrier. Hmm, I will park them there anyway. Next time mom comes around she might see them and finds them nice looking anyway. As exhausting it is with her sometimes, I still love her.
*taking one bottle of gin and fills up a mug with it*
This is for you mom!
Cheers!