Scott's MD-PhD Adventure

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Bagels & Matzah

(7:30am-noon ish)
When we got up this morning, Mom indicated to Mike that they usually turn up the thermostat when they wake up so it's nice and toasty. Not a horrible idea; Mike obliged and overrode the program and made it warm. Then, when it was time to leave the house:
"Oh, Mike, did you switch the ther—"
"Yeah, I changed it back."
"—mostat back because you turned it up for me—"
"Yeah. I put it back"
"—because it was colder and then you made it warmer, you probably want to put it back down to wherever you had it—"
"I did."
"—since we're leaving the house; we'll be gone all day—"
Scott: "He did it. You can stop."
"—Well, he turned it up for me, I was a little chilly in the morning so he turned it up."

A couple months ago, my parents asked if I take the train when I have luggage. Of course I do, and I got a lecture how their friend who used to live in Chicago (probably 20+ years ago) said not to take the train when you have luggage cause you'll get mugged. I said "Um, if you dress like you're from the suburbs/out-of-town, you get mugged."
So, Mike saw an ad for a last minute Green City market. He called Steve to ask about going.
My dad decided he would also use the phone to call a softball friend back in AZ.
"I'm in Chicago! Yeah! Is it warm back there? 75!?! Wow!"
I informed my mother he needed to get off the phone. It wasn't polite to be shouting, and that if he wanted to let everyone know he's from out of town, shouting on the bus & wearing sweatpants would let everyone know.
When he got off the phone, I reminded them of the story how they were blatantly acting like they were from out of town and are more likely to get mugged than me with luggage. I explained that shouting "I'm in Chicago" would let everyone know he's from out of town.
His response: "No! I had to ask him about the weather. He says it's warm there!"
Me: That's not a retort. That's a side story.

We ate breakfast at The Bagel because there are no good Jewish delis where they live. Our grand total at the Bagel was $30.10 "Tax is high here!" And yes, 9.25%, or whatever it is, is high.
Mom: So, $3 for tip?
Me: Um, $5
Mom: What?!?
Dad: You don't tip on the tax!
Mom: Oh, I meant $4
Me: You can't give $5?
Mom: You know you're not supposed to tip on the tax Scott. $4 is plenty.
I of course dropped another single down on the way out.

Dad, walking north on Broadway: Look at this street! It's like Boston! Do people live here?
Me: People live everywhere.
Dad: This is wild!

We took the bus to Andersonville from Steve&Shane's cause Mike needed some Pomegranate Molasses for the Pomegranate-Pear Pie he's making. The Middle Eastern Bakery&Grocery is right there at Foster/Clark. On the way there we passed by Wrigley field. "Look it's Wrigley Field!" and on the way back "Look there it is again!"
As we walked around, I mentioned Andersonville was where the lesbians are. So, every woman who passes by, my dad asks "Is that one?" Or someone passes and I say "Yes" before he asks. "I know!"
Inside the Middle Eastern bakery, we get pita and lavash. My mother shouts "It's like matzah!" to me. To which I have to say "Don't say matzah in here." She of course relayed to Steve & Mike back at the house "I said it was like matzah and Scott told me not to say it in...what kind of store was that? Oh! Middle Eastern!"

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