Belaboring A Point

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“Why did you invite your parents over on the most horrible night?”  Harriet asked Clem.  “It’s pouring!”

 

“When I was young,” he explained, “they forced me to visit their insane relatives who had perfect rooms no one was allowed to go into, and bowls of wax fruit. They drove me nuts. I wanted the last laugh. I’ll hide their umbrellas when they get here.  Then when they ask what to do I’ll point to those fakes and say, ‘Sorry, those are all we have.’  This way maybe they’ll finally understand my point.” 

 

She just shrugged and humored him.

 

 

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33 thoughts on “Belaboring A Point

    1. larry trasciatti says:

      I remember people like that from when I was a kid. I could never understand buying expensive furniture etc, which no one was allowed to touch with a ten foot pole, and fake fruit, while simultaneously lecturing a kid about his not being allowed to waste money. Maybe this guy has a point. If nothing else, the total lack of logical consistency must mean something.

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  1. Dale says:

    Just curious why your site is in Italiano? Interesting…
    As for this… it is petty and I bet the parents will have no clue as to why because back then they didn’t even notice as this was how it was!

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    1. larry trasciatti says:

      I could never help noticing how weird it was. Some people have very hard feelings over strange and harmless things. Maybe he let it get out of control. I’ve been trying to improve my Italian lately and I need as much help and practice as possible so I put very many sites in Italian

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  2. granonine says:

    Memories of being taken to visits with old people came flooding back. You never ate at the fancy table–you might spill something on the lace tablecloth. Please don’t put your shoes on the furniture. No–don’t sit in that chair–it’s very old and fragile. Wouldn’t you girls like to go play outdoors?

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      1. granonine says:

        Yes, but you have to remember that in earlier times, the “front room” was a very formal place reserved for the pastor’s visit and perhaps the announcement of a death in the family–a practice that took hold during Victorian times and that many people still observe. The “front room” is NOT a place for kids 🙂

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  3. 4963andypop says:

    Seems like kind of a mean trick to play on his parents. His behavior seems to say more about his maturity, or lack thereof, than about the culpability of his parents. The comments are interesting–the untouched parlor is a room that puzzled me too, but now that not an inch of real estate in my house is unbesmirched by kids, I think I understand…

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