the return of ernie’s mom
Yesterday night, 10:45pm. The phone rings. (Chinese is contained in <BLINK> tags italicized.)
Ernie: Hello?
Voice: Where the hell have you been? You haven’t picked up your phone in three days. Are you dead? Did something happen to you? Are you living somewhere else now?
Ernie: Hi, Ma.
Mom: I was worried about you. You never tell me anything.
Ernie: I found a job now. At Yahoo!. It’s an Internet company.
I say the word “Internet” in English, like my mother actually understands the concept of the Internet. Actually, my mom does have an idea of the Internet: it’s how her darling son met his bad sodomite friends and it’s the reason why he lives in sin. Also, it helps him make money. I don’t know what she calls it in Chinese.
Mom: So when do you leave the house?
Ernie: I work pretty long hours, ma. 7:30am, and I just got home 10 minutes ago. I wake up before 7 now.
Mom: What a relief! I haven’t heard from you in days, I was going to call the police! I thought you were missing!
Ernie: (I haven’t ran away from home. Yet.)
Mom: What did you say?
Ernie: Nothing! Good night!
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