It was the evening of Election Day, and I was watching TV with my father. For some reason, instead of the usual election coverage, every single channel was carrying the same show: a gala that looked like an awards show, on a big glittery set done up in blue and silver, with John and Cindy McCain on stage hosting the ceremonies. I saw Cindy McCain produce an envelope and announce: "And the winner of the election is..." (drumroll) "JOHN McCAIN!!!" And everyone feigned surprise and delight.
I started yelling: "THAT'S IT! I WANNA RIOT! I'M GONNA GO OUTSIDE AND SMASH SHIT UP!!!" at which point my father started whacking me with a cane and saying "Is that how an adult reacts? Is that?? Act like a man, will you?!!"
(Anyone who knows my father will find this particularly amusing, since it's about as far out of character for him as you can get.)
I started yelling: "THAT'S IT! I WANNA RIOT! I'M GONNA GO OUTSIDE AND SMASH SHIT UP!!!" at which point my father started whacking me with a cane and saying "Is that how an adult reacts? Is that?? Act like a man, will you?!!"
(Anyone who knows my father will find this particularly amusing, since it's about as far out of character for him as you can get.)