My mom called me the other day around dinner time. Surprisingly, she didn't ask "Where are you?". Although now that I think about it, it would have been the appropriate context for her to do so. She never asks when it's appropriate, so it's only appropriate that she didn't ask... nevermind.
Mom: Do you want to come to Chili's?
Me: No. I'm still at work.
Mom: Oh perfect! It's the Chili's right by your work! Want me to come get you?
Me: No I'm still working then I'm going out for coffee.
Mom: But your dad is at Chili's.
Me: Not really a selling feature.
Mom: Well where are you going?
Me: Starbucks.
Mom: How are you going to get there?
Me: I'm going to take the bus.
Mom: Which bus are you going to take?
Me: Why do you care?
Mom: Because I care!
Me: I'm not going to die!
Mom: Please don't die. I want to make sure you get there safely!
Me: It's called the internet. I look up where I need to be and when.
Mom: Ok be good.
Why do fobs always remind us fobspring to be good? What could we possibly be up to to warrant this life-long reminder?
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Tuesday, 4 December 2012
Monday, 26 November 2012
The Fob on the Bus Goes YAT YI SAM!
As a self-proclaimed urbanite, I am a staunch supporter of public transit. I myself take public transit to and from work every day. I have a car sitting at home, but I'd rather not start and finish my day with a vein-bursting road-rage sesh. As someone who works in the land development industry, I truly believe that everyone should take public transit, but I digress... that's a post for another blog!
You may already know that my sister is a brutal driver. As a result, she often opts to bus-it if she feels uncomfortable driving somewhere by herself. For anyone who's ever taken public transit, you know there's no shortage of colourful characters to behold on the bus. I myself am treated to this experience daily, and one day in particular my sister had a close encounter of her own.
One day my sister was riding the bus when she noticed a crazy Chinese lady counting out-loud to herself in her seat. "Yat... yi... sam..." She wasn't really paying the crazy lady too much attention, when all of the sudden Crazy McCrazersons comes up to my sister and says "You are showing too much fresh" in her thick Cantonese accent while pointing at my sister's exposed arms. Embarrassed and a little weirded-out, my sister just stared at the lady until she retreated back to her seat. I like to think that this lady was just carrying out her fobly duties to protect young Chinese girls from the dangers of such flagrant displays of arm skin.
The fob on the bus goes YAT, YI, SAM! YAT, YI, SAM! YAT, YI, SAM!
You may already know that my sister is a brutal driver. As a result, she often opts to bus-it if she feels uncomfortable driving somewhere by herself. For anyone who's ever taken public transit, you know there's no shortage of colourful characters to behold on the bus. I myself am treated to this experience daily, and one day in particular my sister had a close encounter of her own.
One day my sister was riding the bus when she noticed a crazy Chinese lady counting out-loud to herself in her seat. "Yat... yi... sam..." She wasn't really paying the crazy lady too much attention, when all of the sudden Crazy McCrazersons comes up to my sister and says "You are showing too much fresh" in her thick Cantonese accent while pointing at my sister's exposed arms. Embarrassed and a little weirded-out, my sister just stared at the lady until she retreated back to her seat. I like to think that this lady was just carrying out her fobly duties to protect young Chinese girls from the dangers of such flagrant displays of arm skin.
http://www.brilliantbeginningspreschoolutah.com/2011/04/w-is-for-wheels-on-bus-with-recycled.html
The fob on the bus goes YAT, YI, SAM! YAT, YI, SAM! YAT, YI, SAM!
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