Lunchtime Freudian-ess
Dear Soccer-mom at the Table Next to me at Rakuzen,
You are creating a future boyfriend with Mommy issues.
Seriously.
For gawd’s sake don’t say things to him like:
1) “I don’t know what to order, you have fantastic taste, I’ll just eat what you’re having”
2) ” I don’t understand why he doesn’t like you. Everybody likes you” when he bitches to you about his tuition mate that doesn’t laugh at his jokes.
The better alternative is:
1) You, O progeny of mine. Order something tasty. But not too expensive, Mommy needs to do her nails after this.
2) In life, one does not need more than 3 friends at a time, so maybe you are not funny, maybe he has 3 friends already and does not need to laugh at your jokes. Tough.
And for gaw’d’s sake, PLEASE STOP CUTTING HIS WAGYU BEEF FOR HIM. HE MUST BE AT LEAST 15yrs old. DEAR MOTHERS STOP CUTTING YOUR SON’S FOOD AFTER HE TURNS…. 8. (that sounds about right……)
But when I bitched about this to S, he said in my Utopian world, I was depriving girls who like men w Mommy issues. In my Utopian world, most of the Indian girls would be happier
-Ooooo Snap-
