Thursday, November 24, 2005

faking it.

I swear my dad plays a fool at times. This evening, he called me when I was at school, and our conversation went something like this:



Dad: Gwen, what do you want for dinner?

Gwen: Where are you?

Dad: Leaving the office now to go Mongkok to collect something. Maybe we could go for roast
goose. Is there anything you want instead?

Gwen: Actually... I was thinking of vermicelli at Tsim Sha Tsui..

Dad: Vermicelli? Oh yah. We still have a pack in the fridge...

Gwen: No... Tsim Sha-

Dad: But well you can have it. I'll cook instant noodles to go with the goose instead.

Gwen: No... I want to go and eat the one at-

Dad: Yes there still is one pack.

Gwen: Hello? Can you hear me?

Dad: So well... I'll buy the goose back lah.

Gwen: [Gives up.] Ok. See you at home.

Dial tone..............................

I'm pretty sure he's trying to play with my mind.
Hands up, those who agree.

gwen blogged at 12:31 AM