Yes, I really said it...
Was sitting on the beach with MadBikeBabe's mommy yesterday, her sister etc - and mommy starting telling me that I have a "stupid" sense of humour, and that I needed to stop being sarcastic and making stuff up. An example of this was a great-aunt who, despite meeting me about 15 times in the last 3 years, still asks (and you have to imagine the posh accent) "Oh, have we meet?". She asks this each time. So a week before xmas at a "function" I replied, no maam, I'm the hired help. To which she replied, "fetch me a sherry then".
Same old biddy at the xmas "function" being held at some posh house with a big assed pool - again, posh accent - "Oh, have we met?". To which I replied, "no Maam, I'm the pool guy, I came to clean your pool but asked to stay, which I though was really kind of you".
So, old biddy Aunt complains to MadBikeBabe's mommy about my "horrid lying", for which I get a lecture. I mean, honestly, does blue blood mean you can't have a sense of fucking humour?

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