Near-verbatim transcript of exchange between my mom and me as she was leaving after younger boychec’s birthday dinner this evening:
mom – what’s this here?
me – the floor guys left their wonder-bar (thing like a crowbar only way more useful) when they got finished…..I called them and made it very clear that I already have a wonder-bar, and they ought to come after it soon.
mom – why is it still here?
me – maybe they are recovering from the shock of a woman who actually has real tools…
mom – no, I’m sure they thought you meant that what you have is a wonder bra.
me – bwahahahahahaha!
So now you know where I get part of my, um, rather odd sense of humor.