Some of the strikingly odd and funny experiences when mom says DON’T and I unintentionally for the most part DO it.
When I was a kid I was very particular about the things I own. I always made sure no one uses the things I use, and never let anyone sell the old books away either. This was weird. Of course even now I don’t like to share my clothes with anyone, let it be with my sis too. I remember one incident when my mom’s cousin stayed overnight with us because of the heavy rain or presumably no transport. The next day we were supposed to attend a wedding, where this so called mom’s cousin stayed overnight didn’t carry her clothes because, her stay at my place was unforeseen. Mom as usual tried her best to be stiffly ceremonious asked her to join us too, and you know after the NO(s) and CAN’T(s) the cousin agreed to join. And the only option for her was to wear mom’s clothes.
Me – Mom that’s your dress, right?
Mom- Yeah baby.
Me- *silent* Looking at “The cousin”
It always happens that we end up sitting with a few other so-called-relatives on a round table for lunch after the wedding however my bro and I always succeeded in avoiding the “OLD GANGS TWADDLING”. But somehow mom manages gluing us to our chairs. BAD!
Me – Mom that’s your dress she’s wearing, right? (Trying to whisper in her ear)
Mom- Hush! DON’T say that again.
Me- *Silent* Looking at “The cousin”
A lady unhesitatingly said to “The cousin” - You look beautiful in that dress.
The cousin – Thank you (Blushes shades of red)
Me – That’s my mom’s dress she’s wearing I said it aloud (Nodding my head vertically with the sweetest smile ever)
Lady – *Looks at me surprised*
Mom - *Looks at me angrily*
Me – *Blink Blink*
Mom – No change in her expression.
Me – I don’t like her wearing your dress :|
Mom – *Buries her head in her hands*
(Trust me she never gave out things to anyone with the fear of me saying it out loud until I grew up)
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This happens most of the time when I am busy online wasting time, essentially.
Mom – I want you to go to the grocery store.
Me- Ok! (Ignoring her completely)
Mom – Here’s the list.
Me – Ok!
Mom- When are you going?
Me- Ok!
Mom- What?
Me- What?
Mom- The list is on the desk, I have to prepare dinner.
Me- Oh! That’s nice.
Mom- It’s not going to be really nice if you don’t go, you will have to starve.
Me- Where’s the list? (Looking at my computer screen and trying to enter colon + hyphen + D at a friend online)
Mom - Right on your desk.
Me- (After reading only 4 items on the list) MOM you gotta be kidding me!
Mom- What?
Me- I don’t really think I have to carry this list with me (with heavy sarcasm)
Mom - Oh really?
Me – (wearing my shoes and searching for the keys) Oh yes!
Mom – All right. DON’T come back empty handed.
Me – *silence*
Mom – DON’T forget to bring all the four items on the list please.
Me – *silence*
As soon as I arrive at the grocery store, after some initial difficulty I realize that I don’t remember two other things on the list. All I can do is ring up home.
Mom – Hello!
Me – Hey mom
Mom – Ah!
Me – Mom, what were the 2 other things….
Mom – Hangs up
Me – on the list? (Talking to the beep)
Damn!
RING UP AGAIN
Mom – Hello!
Me – Mom, What’s-on-the-list-please-tell-me-fast-you-have-a-heart-of-a-saint-please-darling? (Making sure she listens to me completely this time)
Mom – Come home and take the list.
Me – Boo hoo :-( Okay.
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The most recent one
Mom- The tap in the wash room for cold water is not working properly so, avoid using it okay? I’m calling the plumber anyway, it should be fine.
Me- What’s the problem with the tap, mum?
Mom – (Runs around to prepare breakfast, ignores my question with intention.)
Me - Mom? (Walking behind her lazily)
Mom – Dripping tap. (Sounds unsure)
Me—oh that’s it?
Mom - Yeah, DON’T use it, okay?
Me - I heard it mom.
It’s just the dripping tap, you can fix it (The little devil on my shoulder reminded me). I’m not being a scallywag, really. Last time I fixed it I remember. I turned the tap on and nothing happened. I remember mom telling me about a dripping tap. It didn’t seem that way, trust me. GAAA! Ok, but why? I looked around, looked up and down, everything seems fine. No invitations to the plumber. I turned around to leave the wash room and there was a down pour, the shower turned on automatically. WT(bleep)? No, I didn’t want to drench there, its monsoon I can go out if I’d like to? Indeed it was a bad idea to do the plumbing fixtures. Mom came running looking up at me trying to control her laugh.
Me- it’s not funny!
Mom- Okay (still trying to control). I told you not to use it, didn’t I?
Me- Duh!
It’s always good to follow the DON’T when she says it in a nice way. LOL.