So, last weekend, the hubby and I and a friend are hiking a mountain. We're about 2 miles high and I'm fighting a little bit of some altitude sickness; ya know a little tunnel vision, little dizziness, no big deal. Anyways, my cell phone rings, to which I answer, "Holy crap I get reception up here?" So after some laughter on the other end and a description of exactly where I'm at, my mom asks me, "Hey whats that title of that movie with the itch in it."
My reply is a moment of stunned silence (These always catch me off guard and I should so be used to this by now.) "The itch in it? Can you be a little more specific?"
Of which, she responds, "Ya Know the one with the guy from Germany and he's singing and he's got the itch....." (Now is probably a good time to let you know that my Mom is completely deaf in one ear and halfway there in the other.) "....You know and he moves to New York and does drag and is gay. I can't remember his name. Why can't I remember his name? I love that movie, your friend Faye turned me onto it."
"Wait... Do you mean, Hedvig and the Angry Inch?"
"Yes! Hedvig and the Angry Itch, That's IT!"
"No, it's inch, mom"
"No, it's not, It's itch, cause you know he's got the itch."
"What itch?"
"You know like the itch?"
"Where the hell did you get itch from? It's inch because..."
"no, its itch, I tell you, I swear to god its itch."
"Because his penis is only an inch long"
"His what?"
"His Penis, Mom, his penis is only an inch long."
Yep that's right, I was on a mountain trail with numerous people walking by as I'm screaming this into my phone. Oh yeah, that's classy.
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