Torturing The Artist
(I have recently graduated from college with my Associate of Arts degree. This happens right after I have opened the envelope containing my diploma.)
Me: *showing off my diploma* “Hey, you know how some people call themselves ‘Doctor So-and-So, Ph.D’ and all? From now on, you can call me ‘[My Name], A.A.’!”
(My mother is silent for a few moments, and then bursts out laughing.)
Mom: “I didn’t know you drank! What do you need Alcoholic Anonymous for?! ‘[My Name], Alcoholic Anonymous’!”
Me: “See, this is why I can’t have nice things.”
(I still can’t mention my accomplishment to anyone while my mother is in the room without her going into a fit of laughter.)
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