Rendezvous
05 February 04 : 10.57 PM
During dinner just now.
Mom: My sister just told me that the Ministry of Chicken will pay $30 for each chicken to every household that surrenders theirs.
Me: Ministry of Chicken?!!
Mom: Ministry of Poultry, or something.
Bro: Laughs his ass off
Dad: I think she's playing a prank on you.
Mom: She's serious! We just have to call them and they'll come over.
Bro: Then maybe we should like, breed twenty more or so before we surrender them.
Dad: Ma's the only person who will believe this kind of bullshit.
Mom: Oh yeah? I'll call them over and you'll see.
Me: Ma, there's no such thing as Ministry of Chicken.
Dad: Maybe it's the Ministry of Environment, but you know your mother...
Mom: Yes, Mister?
Dad: Okay, we'll make a bet. If they do give you the thirty, I'll top it off with a fifty. Is that a deal?
Mom: Deal! I'll call them first thing tomorrow.
Bro: Who knows if they're actually gonna fine you instead.
Me: Ministry of Poultry?!!!
Dad: For every chicken they fine you, you'll have to give me fifty.
Me: We only have one. The other ran away.
Mom: Should I raise the stakes? Looks at me and gave me satisfied smile
Me: Nods.
Mom is such a laugh.