Pajama Insurance

| Germany | Related | February 20, 2016

(We are changing insurances and my mother is filling out paperwork at the table, while I’m sitting on the sofa next to her. It’s very late evening and I have spent the whole day at home sick.)

Mum: “Do you happen to have your insurance card here?”

Me: “…Is that a serious question?”

Mum: “Yes, it is. Do you have it?”

Me: “Are you really asking me that?”

Mum: *nods, without looking up*

Me: “Mum, look at me. Please.”

(She looks up, to see me in my whole pyjama-clad glory. Obviously, she sees nothing wrong with that, since she looks confused.)

Me: “You are asking me if I carry around my insurance card at this very moment.”

Mum: “Yes, I am.”

Me: “In my pyjamas.”

(She immediately puts on a poker face.)

Mum: “Well, go get it, then. I need it.”

(I get the insurance card from upstairs.)

Mum: “Oops…”

Me: “What?”

Mum: “I don’t even need it.”

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