Little fish

by Mr. Nobel

While I do love my mom, she’s not the best person with which to watch movies. She has this habit of asking both really obvious and rather insistent questions throughout the film which gets less endearing and significantly more aggravating as the movie goes on. Here’s a sampling of the crap she said while the family was watching The Shawshank Redemption for my dad’s birthday:

when Andy ends up in his cell

Mom: Ah, so do they each have their own rooms?

Me: Yeah.

Mom: That’s nice

[After another ten minutes, my parents got bored and switched off The Shawshank Redemption. We then spent the next two hours watching a Chinese dating game show. It was surprisingly engrossing.]