Today is for laughs
Jun. 14th, 2003 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoweebackground:
Last year we were living in Idaho. Some guy hubby worked with grew up on a ranch/farm. He said they used to ride cows.
life is amusing:
Hubby asked if they needed a special saddle or something. Response? "No, I just hop on back and go at it."
Sounds... like the jokes they make about hicks, but moving on.
background:
hubby comes from the kind of family who thinks the better the deal, the better. Example: his dad paid a guy to put in a heater for $50 when everyeone else asked $150 or more. He is bragging that he knows how to get a good deal. Yeah, and when the heater started malfunctioning, he yelled at the place he bought it from saying they sold him a faulty heater. Couldn't have anything to do with the guy who charged $50 because he wasn't qualified and didn't know WTF he was doing. {grin}
life is amusing:
So, we're hanging out there last Sunday and I had forgotten to share this until today. His elder brother (a 30 year old loser - the details of which would also amuse you, but I'll refrain) says he has a buddy who can let him stay at this hotel for $10 a night. (Because apparently hubby "threw away" money on the really really nice hotel we stayed in for our anniversary). His dad then tries to do math. {shaking head and laughing} "Well, that's $50 a week. What't that times 4?" "Dad," hubby says, "What are you trying to figure out?" "Well, four weeks in a month, so times $10 a week. No, wait. It was ten a night, fifty a week." Pause. "Terry, ten a night is seventy a week." "No, it's fifty." "Dad, how many days are in YOUR week?" "I go to work five days." "And what do you do the other two." "Oh, ok, so it's seventy times four weeks. What's that?" Note, no one bothered at this point to say there are about 30 days in a month so if he just tacks on a 0, he's got the figure. B, angry, says "Doesn't matter. I'm not moving out. It's too expensive." Scott: "You make as much money as I do and I pay for us and a kid!" B: "So?" Dad: "So, how much is it a month?" Hubby: "about $300" Dad: "No, that can't be right." B: "I'm not moving!"
and then a fight starts, but the whole thing about his dad doing math still amuses me.
Last year we were living in Idaho. Some guy hubby worked with grew up on a ranch/farm. He said they used to ride cows.
life is amusing:
Hubby asked if they needed a special saddle or something. Response? "No, I just hop on back and go at it."
Sounds... like the jokes they make about hicks, but moving on.
background:
hubby comes from the kind of family who thinks the better the deal, the better. Example: his dad paid a guy to put in a heater for $50 when everyeone else asked $150 or more. He is bragging that he knows how to get a good deal. Yeah, and when the heater started malfunctioning, he yelled at the place he bought it from saying they sold him a faulty heater. Couldn't have anything to do with the guy who charged $50 because he wasn't qualified and didn't know WTF he was doing. {grin}
life is amusing:
So, we're hanging out there last Sunday and I had forgotten to share this until today. His elder brother (a 30 year old loser - the details of which would also amuse you, but I'll refrain) says he has a buddy who can let him stay at this hotel for $10 a night. (Because apparently hubby "threw away" money on the really really nice hotel we stayed in for our anniversary). His dad then tries to do math. {shaking head and laughing} "Well, that's $50 a week. What't that times 4?" "Dad," hubby says, "What are you trying to figure out?" "Well, four weeks in a month, so times $10 a week. No, wait. It was ten a night, fifty a week." Pause. "Terry, ten a night is seventy a week." "No, it's fifty." "Dad, how many days are in YOUR week?" "I go to work five days." "And what do you do the other two." "Oh, ok, so it's seventy times four weeks. What's that?" Note, no one bothered at this point to say there are about 30 days in a month so if he just tacks on a 0, he's got the figure. B, angry, says "Doesn't matter. I'm not moving out. It's too expensive." Scott: "You make as much money as I do and I pay for us and a kid!" B: "So?" Dad: "So, how much is it a month?" Hubby: "about $300" Dad: "No, that can't be right." B: "I'm not moving!"
and then a fight starts, but the whole thing about his dad doing math still amuses me.
