boomerang
They call them "the boomerang generation." Tens of millions of grown children, forced by economic circumstances to return home to live with their parents.
I recently felt the full force of this social phenomenon when I got bitched out by somebody's dad. Player rule number one: don't meet the parents. So much for that.
Sometimes you have to bend the rules. I'm always on the road so I don't have anywhere to go. It has to be your place. We could always hang out in my car but after a while it's worth the risk to be able to stretch my legs out.
Thank god I was saved from nudity by a pair of shorts at the moment he walked into the room. Ten minutes earlier and it would've been a wake-up call at the Handjob Hotel.
Just to be clear, I'm talking about a grown woman here. And yet the whole episode made me feel fifteen again. I've always had a problem with authority but what am I going to do, tell a man to mind his own business in his own house?
Turns out Mom thought I was kind of cute. Well, maybe I'll have to drop in, next time I'm in the neighbourhood.
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well, it looks like you are working out the template issues at least.
Posted by: jodi | May 25, 2006 06:05 PM