I arrived home yesterday afternoon to find that my domestic help of the last 3 months had not pitched up for work. Although I had a suspicion that this would be the case (she asked me to drop her pay off with a mutual friend on the weekend), I hadn't made too much of an effort to clean up on Monday evening.
I spent the next two hours cleaning, sweeping, washing laundry, etc. and when Dylan arrived home I realised I had not cooked any supper. Being the gentleman he is, he offered to buy me supper - McDonalds.
We duly got into my car and sped up to the local McDonalds to buy takeaways. The drive-through was incredibly busy so we stopped and went inside to order at the counter. A young lady asked Dylan what his order was and then proceeded to type the order in and yell to the kitchen staff to 'hold the Jalepeno!'. I was standing right next to Dylan and it looked as though she was ignoring me. I leaned across and said to her, pointing in turn at Dylan and myself:
"We are together....."
I couldn't even finish my sentence:
"No we're not! She's my Mom!!!" Dylan loudly proclaims.
I meant 'together' as in our order should be placed 'together'
Dylan thought I meant 'together' as in an item.........
And hence I know that there is a canyon between meanings from my generation to this one.
(By the way, the lady behind the counter answered Dylan by saying: "Your Mom looks very young......." ☺)
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