Pickle struggles
Me: (struggles to open a jar of pickles)
My brother: Need help?
Me: No, I got this. (five minutes later) I guess it would help if I took the plastic seal off the top, huh?
My brother: Ladies and gentlemen, a college graduate.
Me: LIBERAL ARTS
This reminded me of something. As a special addition to my post “My Mother’s Special Brand Of Wisdom” I will share with you another of her pieces of advice for me.
Mom on why boys don’t like me and how to fix it:
Mom: Sooo, any cute boys?
Me: No.
Mom: That’s because you’re scary.
Me: Pardon?
Mom: Sometimes you should let the boy open the pickle jar. Y’know, so he feels like he has some power.
Me: Great! The next time I like a boy I’ll go up to him, tap him on the shoulder, give him a jar of pickles and ask him to open it, *then* ask him out. Why didn’t I think of that before?
Mom: Beats me.
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