Phone call from my mother
Oct. 2nd, 2009 10:24 amSo I picked up the phone today, and it was my mother on the other end, sounding breathless and agitated.
Mim: "Daphné, Daphné, help! S.O.S.!"
Me: "What's going on?" (I can tell by her tone that it's not life or death, luckily)
Mim: "My new stove is electronic and I can't make it work and it's SPEAKING to me in THREE LANGUAGES!"
Me: *dies laughing*
Mim: "It's not funny!"
Me: "Are you kidding me? That's hilarious! Didn't it come with a friendly manual?"
Mim: "Yes, but I can't understand it. Besides, they shipped the wrong parts so I can't even cook with it yet."
Me: "Ah. So what's the trouble? Apart from that?"
Mim: "The oven locks automatically and won't let me open it. It's telling me the temperature outside, and I DON'T CARE. I just want to know the time!"
Me: "You can't set the clock?"
Mim: "No. It gives me the choice between twelve hours and twenty-four hours, and I can't change it to twelve hours. It also keeps saying SABBATH at me in blinking lights. Sabbath-Sabbath-Sabbath."
Me: *dies some more* "Maybe your stove is possessed!"
Mim: "It's NOT funny! Daddy refuses to touch it, and you know how he is with electronics anyway."
Me: "God, yes. Don't let him near it! I'll come by this afternoon."
Mim: "THANK YOU. I bought these lovely tournedos yesterday, and now they're sitting forlornly in the frigidaire because I can't cook them."
Me: "All right. I'll be there in the afternoon."
Mim: "Daphné, Daphné, help! S.O.S.!"
Me: "What's going on?" (I can tell by her tone that it's not life or death, luckily)
Mim: "My new stove is electronic and I can't make it work and it's SPEAKING to me in THREE LANGUAGES!"
Me: *dies laughing*
Mim: "It's not funny!"
Me: "Are you kidding me? That's hilarious! Didn't it come with a friendly manual?"
Mim: "Yes, but I can't understand it. Besides, they shipped the wrong parts so I can't even cook with it yet."
Me: "Ah. So what's the trouble? Apart from that?"
Mim: "The oven locks automatically and won't let me open it. It's telling me the temperature outside, and I DON'T CARE. I just want to know the time!"
Me: "You can't set the clock?"
Mim: "No. It gives me the choice between twelve hours and twenty-four hours, and I can't change it to twelve hours. It also keeps saying SABBATH at me in blinking lights. Sabbath-Sabbath-Sabbath."
Me: *dies some more* "Maybe your stove is possessed!"
Mim: "It's NOT funny! Daddy refuses to touch it, and you know how he is with electronics anyway."
Me: "God, yes. Don't let him near it! I'll come by this afternoon."
Mim: "THANK YOU. I bought these lovely tournedos yesterday, and now they're sitting forlornly in the frigidaire because I can't cook them."
Me: "All right. I'll be there in the afternoon."
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Date: 2009-10-02 02:42 pm (UTC)But are you sure she said "I don't care" about the temperature outside? Maybe she meant "I DON'T WANT TO KNOW."
(God only knows, *I* don't want to know.)
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Date: 2009-10-02 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-02 02:50 pm (UTC)Does your mom know she has a fan club?
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Date: 2009-10-02 02:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-02 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-02 03:19 pm (UTC)Don't forget the holy water when you go on over.
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Date: 2009-10-02 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-02 03:25 pm (UTC)I love that it's locked itself and won't let her open it. Maybe she should sit next to it and read something soothing, or play restful music to soothe the savage breast. You know, tame it so it will let her approach and program it correctly.
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Date: 2009-10-02 06:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-02 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-02 09:41 pm (UTC)Sabbath Oven
Date: 2009-10-02 09:47 pm (UTC)Ours is like that. Fortunately, we're atheist, so I've never had to engage my oven in theological debate.
Or multi-lingual debate; I stick my dearest
You're a good daughter.
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Date: 2009-10-02 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-03 02:15 am (UTC)