Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Definately found it embarrassing that I had to answer my parents with
yes sir, no sir, or yes ma'am or no ma'am when answering them and all other adults.
When my friends came over they always teased me about it.
One of my friends growing up had to call her PARENTS ma’am and sir. Her parents were southern and her dad had gone to the naval academy.
She just rolled her eyes about it, but did tell me that I had to call them ma’am and sir, too. And if I didn’t, then they might make my parents come pick me up.
They also said grace at dinner, and when I just sat there silently (my family is not religious and I had never seen it before) they said I couldn’t eat until I said “amen”. So then my friend invited me over and we unexpectedly went to a Baptist youth group meeting, where the minister tried to convince me to come to church. I honestly answered what I had heard my parents say many many times: “my mom is a Unitarian but doesn’t go to church because she doesn’t like to get up early in the morning and thinks maybe god is actually mathematics, and my dad says we don’t do this crap in our family because we can figure out right and wrong for ourselves without needing the help of a guy wearing a black dress who wants to take our money”.
Needless to say, that was the end of our friendship - her parents said I was wicked and wouldn’t let us play together anymore. I cried and cried. And my parents were like “no, no we live below the mason- Dixon line! Always lie and say you are religious down here!” I had no idea what they were taking about and remember trying to look up the Mason-Dixon Line in our World Book encyclopedia set. So, thanks for the late memo on THAT mom and dad!
Anonymous wrote:My parents would physically dance in the driveway to get us to turn down the volume on our boom box while we were playing basketball. This was on the 1980s.
Anonymous wrote:Not parents, but one day DW and I were in Costco in the area near the pharmacy. I was at one end of the aisle and she was towards the other end. I held a Costco-sized box of Depends above my head and asked her, in a slightly raised voice, if these were the right Depends she needed.
A black guy in the aisle couldn't help but snicker.
Plot twist: She doesn't use Depends.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My parents would physically dance in the driveway to get us to turn down the volume on our boom box while we were playing basketball. This was on the 1980s.
Ha, I actually love this
Anonymous wrote:My parents would physically dance in the driveway to get us to turn down the volume on our boom box while we were playing basketball. This was on the 1980s.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Definately found it embarrassing that I had to answer my parents with
yes sir, no sir, or yes ma'am or no ma'am when answering them and all other adults.
When my friends came over they always teased me about it.
One of my friends growing up had to call her PARENTS ma’am and sir. Her parents were southern and her dad had gone to the naval academy.
She just rolled her eyes about it, but did tell me that I had to call them ma’am and sir, too. And if I didn’t, then they might make my parents come pick me up.
They also said grace at dinner, and when I just sat there silently (my family is not religious and I had never seen it before) they said I couldn’t eat until I said “amen”. So then my friend invited me over and we unexpectedly went to a Baptist youth group meeting, where the minister tried to convince me to come to church. I honestly answered what I had heard my parents say many many times: “my mom is a Unitarian but doesn’t go to church because she doesn’t like to get up early in the morning and thinks maybe god is actually mathematics, and my dad says we don’t do this crap in our family because we can figure out right and wrong for ourselves without needing the help of a guy wearing a black dress who wants to take our money”.
Needless to say, that was the end of our friendship - her parents said I was wicked and wouldn’t let us play together anymore. I cried and cried. And my parents were like “no, no we live below the mason- Dixon line! Always lie and say you are religious down here!” I had no idea what they were taking about and remember trying to look up the Mason-Dixon Line in our World Book encyclopedia set. So, thanks for the late memo on THAT mom and dad!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Not parents, but one day DW and I were in Costco in the area near the pharmacy. I was at one end of the aisle and she was towards the other end. I held a Costco-sized box of Depends above my head and asked her, in a slightly raised voice, if these were the right Depends she needed.
A black guy in the aisle couldn't help but snicker.
Plot twist: She doesn't use Depends.
Plot twist: The fact that the guy in the aisle is black is completely irrelevant. You're one of those people. Lovely.
+1
My DH wears Depends sometimes because of a neurological chronic illness. No shame in that.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Definately found it embarrassing that I had to answer my parents with
yes sir, no sir, or yes ma'am or no ma'am when answering them and all other adults.
When my friends came over they always teased me about it.
One of my friends growing up had to call her PARENTS ma’am and sir. Her parents were southern and her dad had gone to the naval academy.
She just rolled her eyes about it, but did tell me that I had to call them ma’am and sir, too. And if I didn’t, then they might make my parents come pick me up.
They also said grace at dinner, and when I just sat there silently (my family is not religious and I had never seen it before) they said I couldn’t eat until I said “amen”. So then my friend invited me over and we unexpectedly went to a Baptist youth group meeting, where the minister tried to convince me to come to church. I honestly answered what I had heard my parents say many many times: “my mom is a Unitarian but doesn’t go to church because she doesn’t like to get up early in the morning and thinks maybe god is actually mathematics, and my dad says we don’t do this crap in our family because we can figure out right and wrong for ourselves without needing the help of a guy wearing a black dress who wants to take our money”.
Needless to say, that was the end of our friendship - her parents said I was wicked and wouldn’t let us play together anymore. I cried and cried. And my parents were like “no, no we live below the mason- Dixon line! Always lie and say you are religious down here!” I had no idea what they were taking about and remember trying to look up the Mason-Dixon Line in our World Book encyclopedia set. So, thanks for the late memo on THAT mom and dad!
Anonymous wrote:Definately found it embarrassing that I had to answer my parents with
yes sir, no sir, or yes ma'am or no ma'am when answering them and all other adults.
When my friends came over they always teased me about it.