Yesterday’s corner time: 9 Minutes.
I met a boy yesterday who was only slightly younger than me. When I enquired as to his name, there was no response. I asked again but still nothing. I thought that this was very rude. I asked a third time and again, this was met with silence.
Therefore, when his mother eventually replied “Joaquim”, I did so. Repeatedly. But he still refused to surrender his credentials. Who was this guy – a CIA agent?
When I was finally dragged off him, I discovered that “Joaquim” was his name and not an instruction to batter him within an inch of his life. Whoops.
This was a rather unfortunate misunderstanding but judging by the way that he looked, I don’t think that it was the first time that someone had made this mistake. It’s no wonder that he was reluctant to reveal his identity. What were his parents thinking?
It gets even worse when you consider that his surname is “Offen”. Joaquim Offen - the poor chap really doesn’t stand much of a chance.
Dad said that it was fortunate that I wasn’t introduced to his sister, Beata.
Matthew.
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3 comments:
Indeed Matthew, what were his parents thinking, or more to the point do parents think?
LOLOL Matthew! I stumbled in here through Blog Explosion, and that cracked me right up!
Peter, from my experience, very little thought goes into anything that my parents do.
Hi Suzi - I'm glad that you liked it!
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