Irritating Music - On becoming my father
Oct. 22nd, 2007 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenThere are points in one's adult life wherein we discover the influence of our parents - poignantly. It's a palpable and tangible moment and so much so that we remember the day and possibly the minute it happened when we realize we are actually becoming or embodying our parents. Not always the good parts, either. No, no, these idiosyncracies are those things that irk us about our parents, get on our nerves, push our buttons, and create anxiety when they do these things to us. I'm collecting these things as I discover them into a tag called "becoming my dad" for future reference.
We were shopping at one of our favorite martkets, a Korean market that sells wonderful quality fish and greens and some root veggies. We also love getting our green tea there (which we have regularly for drink at home).
Walking into the store with an empty, grumbling stomach and a twinge of a headache coming on, we got our greens, some other veggies, and moved into the fish area. By that point, we had spent lots of time reading through packages for ingredient and nutritional information, all the while bee-bopping or getting frustrated with the club-like volume of the techno music blasting into the aisles.
Finally, we got everything we needed and Matt wanted to get one more thing, and I looked at him exasperated and said, "Can we please just go and get that stuff from another grocery store on the way home? I'm really tired of this music and all these rude people."
He looked at me sympathetically and said, "Yes, honey. You're done, aren't you?" I nodded.
Right then the music changed to something worse than all the other songs put together, and I swear they turned up the volume a slight notch. I could feel this tension building in my neck and between my shoulders. I said into the cart I was pushing slowly toward the check out, "Oh, my goodness! It's like someone taking a knife and jabbing it in, going, 'eh-eh-eh-eh-eh' and enjoying it laughing demonically!!! Someone needs to turn that down!"
Just then, I stopped myself, gasped, and started laughing. Matt couldn't understand what was going on. I looked at him exasperated, and said reluctantly to his confused glare, "I've just become my father!"
My father used to and still says the same thing, "Oh, my goodness! It's like someone taking a knife and jabbing it in, going, 'eh-eh-eh-eh-eh' and enjoying it laughing demonically!!! Someone needs to turn that down!"
I was horrified.
We were shopping at one of our favorite martkets, a Korean market that sells wonderful quality fish and greens and some root veggies. We also love getting our green tea there (which we have regularly for drink at home).
Walking into the store with an empty, grumbling stomach and a twinge of a headache coming on, we got our greens, some other veggies, and moved into the fish area. By that point, we had spent lots of time reading through packages for ingredient and nutritional information, all the while bee-bopping or getting frustrated with the club-like volume of the techno music blasting into the aisles.
Finally, we got everything we needed and Matt wanted to get one more thing, and I looked at him exasperated and said, "Can we please just go and get that stuff from another grocery store on the way home? I'm really tired of this music and all these rude people."
He looked at me sympathetically and said, "Yes, honey. You're done, aren't you?" I nodded.
Right then the music changed to something worse than all the other songs put together, and I swear they turned up the volume a slight notch. I could feel this tension building in my neck and between my shoulders. I said into the cart I was pushing slowly toward the check out, "Oh, my goodness! It's like someone taking a knife and jabbing it in, going, 'eh-eh-eh-eh-eh' and enjoying it laughing demonically!!! Someone needs to turn that down!"
Just then, I stopped myself, gasped, and started laughing. Matt couldn't understand what was going on. I looked at him exasperated, and said reluctantly to his confused glare, "I've just become my father!"
My father used to and still says the same thing, "Oh, my goodness! It's like someone taking a knife and jabbing it in, going, 'eh-eh-eh-eh-eh' and enjoying it laughing demonically!!! Someone needs to turn that down!"
I was horrified.
