Just Be Square With Dad, Part 2

| NY, USA | Related | February 13, 2012

(My dad and I are playing a co-op shooter.)

Me: “Okay, so the training exercise says that you need to lift me up to that platform.”

(Dad’s character is spinning in circles.)

Me: “What are you doing?”

Dad: “Trying to move forward.”

Me: “That’s the right analog stick. Use the left.”

Dad: “Analog?”

Me: “The round stick thingy!”

Dad: “Oh!”

(His character steps forward, and starts running into the wall.)

Me: “Oh dear God, just stop. Hit triangle to perform the group action and lift me up.”

(Dad is still fumbling with the buttons, and is hitting every button except triangle. The character is now jumping, spinning in circles, running into walls, throwing grenades and punching the air.)

Me: “Dad! Stop for a second!”

Dad: “What?”

Me: “Look at the remote and hit the button with the triangle.”

Dad: “Triangle?”

Me: “Yes, the pretty green colored triangle.”

Dad: “Ooh, found it!” *hits triangle*

Me: *shouting* “Wait! You have to aim first!”

(Dad’s character throws my character against the wall. Half an hour later, we get past the tutorial and begin the first level.)

Game character: “Okay, keep an eye out for any hostiles.”

Dad: *shouting* “I see one!”

(Dad proceeds to start shooting me.)

Me: “Dude! Stop stop!”

Dad: “Why aren’t you helping me kill this guy?”

Me: “You’re shooting me, you moron!”

Dad: “Oh… oopsie.”

(My health is now incredibly low.)

Me: “Okay, make your character hand me a med-kit.”

Dad: “Uh…” *proceeds to start hitting random buttons*

(Dad’s character is now giving me all his guns and ammo.)

Me: “The. Med. Kit!”

Dad: “Oh, wait, is this it?” *hits grenade button*

Me: “That’s the grenade button!”

(Our character’s both die in the explosion.)

Dad: “…Oopsie.”


Flipping Off

| Chicago, IL, USA | Related | February 13, 2012

(My mom is a Filipino immigrant, and she uses that as an excuse either to get slang horribly wrong, or to make up her own.)

Mom: “Oh, did I tell you? I finger a lady yesterday!”

Me: “Say that again?”

Mom: “I finger a lady yesterday! I was driving to work and this lady cut me off in traffic, so I showed her my middle finger. I finger her!”

Me: “Yeah, can you find any other way to say that? At all? Ever?”

Keeps Out Mr. Freeze

| VIC, Australia | Related | February 13, 2012

(My husband is explaining to our 8-year-old son about the insulation we recently had installed. After explaining that the batts in the roof keep the house cooler in summer and warmer in winter, we hear our son explaining this to his friend. He comes in shortly after with a question.)

Son: “Dad, what do the bats in our roof eat and drink to stay alive?”

Sins Of The Father

| MI, USA | Related | February 12, 2012

(My brother brings his girlfriend home for the first time to meet our parents. We are all sitting in the living room, watching television. A scene involving the characters becoming intimate comes on.)

Dad: “I can do that.”

Mom: *scoffs* “No, you can’t.”

Dad: *turns to us, completely poker-faced* “Your mom doesn’t know what I can do, because she’s a real sound sleeper.”

(My brother’s girlfriend just looks at me.)

Me: “Yes, he’s always like that.”

Be Glad They Don’t Need Jiffy Lube

| Modesto, CA, USA | Related | February 12, 2012

(My mother-in-law is very absent-minded when it comes to names and places. She is also an extremely conservative Catholic, who isn’t quite up to speed on current slang.)

Mother-in-law: “We should go look for advent wreaths. We can go to, oh, what’s the name of that religious store? Cooter’s! We can go to Kohl’s and Cooter’s later. Do you guys want to look around Cooter’s with me?”

Me: *quietly to my husband* “Is she sure that’s what the name of the store is?”

Husband: “Mom, the store’s name is Cotter’s!”

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