||[May. 6th, 2007|03:49 pm]
Here's the conversation:|
Me: Hey dad, can you wash your fucking hands the next time you shit?
Robert: How about you mind your own business?
Me: Well, I don't want to get E coli, and isn't that how you got hepatitis?
Me: Really, because I thought that the chef who made your food had hepatitis and didn't properly sanitize himself before he made your dinner.
Robert: Avery, how many years have you been living in this house?
Me: Too many.
Robert: And how many times have you gotten hepatitis?
Me: I don't care, it's just that washing your hands is a pretty basic thing, and when you don't, it makes me want to punch something and throw things out the window.
Me: I can't wait to go to California and get the fuck out of here.
Robert: Well maybe when you're there you'll find plenty of people who like to wash their hands twelve times a day.
Me: Maybe not twelve, but at least after they take a shit.
Who was right in this conversation?