Not Going To Be A Virgin White Christmas

| Related | December 20, 2013

(My parents have just picked me up from college to bring me home for Christmas break. My dad is notorious for making teasing/trolling one-liner remarks, and my mom is always on my case to attend Zumba with her. Coincidentally, the place where her Zumba group meets is in the back room of a bar.)

Mom: “You should go to Zumba this week. I won’t be able to go, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

Me: “I’d really rather not go alone. I don’t know anyone there.”

Mom: “Sure you do!”

(My mom lists off a few people I only know by name.)

Mom: “Don’t worry. Everyone’s really nice and they’ll make you feel welcome.”

Dad: “Yeah, especially when they pull back the curtain and let the drunk old men watch.”

Me: *without missing a beat* “Only if I can accept tips.”

(My dad is left speechless, and my mom starts laughing.)

Mom: “Yeah, honey. She’s gotta pay for college somehow.”

(My dad mutters something under his breath while my mother and I give each other a high five and keep laughing.)

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