Unfiltered Story #342560

(I don’t talk to my mom so I asked my dad to be the messenger here.)

Me: *on the phone, to dad* “I need the number of that said birth certificate, by any means.”

Dad: [mom], [my name] “wants to know if you know your mother’s death certificate number?’

Mom: “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!”

Dad: *some discussion in distant* “Hey listen, she says you should go to some kind of office and print out the original one”.

Me: “Fine. I will do that then but ask her what is her mother’s exact birth place?”

Dad: “Oh that! You know gutter? That’s where the unfortunate happened.”

Me: “DAD!”

Mom: “Like father like daughter.”

Dad: The irony is so gutter like.

Me: “I’m hanging up.”