Airports and babies
I haven't lived with my parents for many years now. But besides irritating me, I never had a good reason why I ran away from all the egg rolls and wacky animal stories. Well, today, I found one.
My parents are visiting me for a few weeks. Now, my mom has always been an egg short of a dozen, but I thought my dad was more grounded. I think that no more.
I came home from work today to find him watching...A Baby Story. For those not in the know, this is one of TLC's top rated shows for 18-35 year old white women. Just to reassure myself, my dad fits none of those demographics. None! He told me he was watching it because the couple on the show had gone to snatch, I mean, adopt some China girls and they were going through the Hong Kong airport and just a few weeks ago, he had gone through the exact same airport! The questions I formed in my head (these were just the tip of the iceberg):
- How long had he been watching before he saw the airport?
- How long has he been watching after he saw the airport?
- Why couldn't he just look at pictures of the airport and try harder not to disturb me?
Non-disturbing image of Hong Kong Airport
These are questions that, frankly, I don't want answered. But so that I'm not "surprised" tomorrow, I think I'll turn on the Tivo parental controls and lock out TLC and, just to be safe, Lifetime AND Oxygen.
Labels: TV
« May 30, 2006 11:20 PM | Post a Comment »
1 comment(s):
said:
So what interests me most about this (unquestionably) disturbing story is the underlying arithmetic.
Mom = 1 egg short of a dozen (at the very least).
Dad = perhaps a full dozen eggs, but at least a few cracks in the shells.
So tell me dear, what does this indicate about the quantity and quality of eggs in YOUR basket?
