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Tuesday, June 04, 2013

Silly Monkey Stories #222 - Uh... thank you?

(En español más abajo)
 
Canada
30/May/2013 –  Santi (18)

He’s a little too old for a SMS post, isn’t he? But well, the almost surrealist conversation I had with him the other day justifies the inclusion.
 
We know teenagers in Canada can get a job at the age of 14. They will normally save some money but spend the rest in clothes, perfumes and going out. In general, and we’re not the exception, they are not required to help their parents with the household expenses or things like that (something that was common when I was that age).
 
But one thing is not to expect them to help and a completely different one that they expect us to continue financing their outings, right? Well, he won’t lose his faith like that and comes after Mom first:
 
- Can I go paintballing?
- Sure! Do you have money?
- It’s free
 
(A few minutes later)
 
- It actually costs about $5 to $10…

(And he stays there)

- Well… have fun! (One can be a little cruel sometimes)
- …
- You’re not expecting us to pay for that, are you?
- What do * I * have to pay then?
- Oh, no, by all means, here’s $10. Mom and I are going to the movies, give us money.

(He gradually begins to understand where am I going with this)

- I don’t have any! I can give you a coupon I have for the theatre, worth $10
- Yes, but we’re not going to that one
- WHY???!!
 
(I let him suffer a little more. Then I engage his mother again, hoping I will get her support… let’s see if she catches my vibe)
 
- Poli, can you give Santi $50? He needs it to go paintballing with his friends
- (Outraged) WHAAAT??!!

(The look on his face!!!)

- I don’t know why Dad does this to me!
- OK, it’s true. Just give him $30…
- No way!!
- Stop it, Dad!

Juan witnesses the conversation and looks at me as if he was saying ‘Dude, you’re rotten’)

- OK, here’s the $10. How are you going to get there?
 
(Good one, Gaby!)

- They will drive me from Michael’s place (the other end of the city)
- Aha. And how are you going to get over to Michael’s, you taking the bus? (Checkmate!)
- No. You can drive me or I can take the car, whatever you prefer… (No, you cannot counter a checkmate…can you?)
- Ah… how considerate of you!!! Thanks for thinking of me (exaggeratedly sarcastic)
- Oh, never mind, you can count that as part of my anticipated gift for Father’s Day… (and he leaves, smiling from ear to ear)

He got the money, and the car. I feel I have lost a game that I had won until 30 seconds before the buzzer.
 
 
Argentina30/May/2013 –  Santi (18)

Un poco grande para un post de SMS, no? Pero bueno, la conversación casi surrealista que tuve con él el otro día amerita la inclusión.
 
Sabemos que los adolescentes aquí en Canadá pueden conseguir trabajo a los 14 años. Por lo general ahorran algo de dinero pero gastan el resto en ropa, perfumes y salidas. En líneas generales, y nosotros no somos la excepción, no se les pide que colaboren con los gastos de la casa o cosas así (algo que en nuestra época –qué viejo que estoy!– sí se hacía).
 
Pero una cosa es que no se les pida que ayuden y otra que pretendan que nosotros les sigamos pagando las salidas, no? Bueno, el tipo no pierde la fe y ataca a la madre primero:
 
- Puedo ir a paint ball?
- Seguro! Tenés plata?
- Es gratis
 
(Al ratito)
 
- Sale unos $5 o $10 dólares, en realidad…

(Se queda ahí)

- Bueno… que te diviertas! (Uno es un poquito cruel a veces)
- …
- No estarás esperando que te paguemos nosotros, no?
- Tengo que pagarlo YO?
- No dejá, yo te doy $10. Mamá y yo nos vamos al cine, dános plata

(Comienza a darse cuenta de cómo viene la mano)

- No tengo plata! Te puedo cambiar un cupón que tengo para el cine, vale $10
- Si, pero nosotros vamos a otro cine
- Por qué???!!
 
(Lo dejo sufrir un poco más. Luego juego con la complicidad tácita de su madre. A ver si me pesca al voleo…)
 
- Poli, le podés dar $50 a Santi que necesita para ir a hacer paint balling?
- (Escandalizada) Quéee??!!

(La cara del tipo!!!)

- NO!!! Sólo preciso $10. No sé por qué Papi me hace esto!
- Bueno, es cierto. Dále $30 nada más…
- Ni loca!!
- Pará, Pa!

(Juan escucha todo y me mira como diciéndome ‘Sos un podrido’)

- Bueno, acá tenés los $10. Cómo vas a ir?
 
(Buen ataque, Gaby!)

- Me llevan desde la casa de Michael (en la otra punta de la ciudad)
- Ahá. Y cómo vas a ir a lo de Michael, en bus? (Jaque mate!)
- No. Me pueden llevar ustedes o me llevo el auto, como prefieran… (No, el jaque mate no se puede contestar con otro!)
- Ah… pero qué considerado!!! Gracias por pensar en mí (lo más sarcásticamente posible)
- De nada, podés contarlo como parte de mi regalo del Día del Padre… (y se va sonriendo de oreja a oreja)

Siento que he perdiido por goleada cuando pensé que tenía el partido ganado y estaba a 30 segundos antes del final.
 
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3 comments:

  1. Aaaah . . . so this is what I have to look forward to when my first becomes a teenager.

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  2. OK, I guess we still have a few years !!
    :)

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  3. Teenagers seem to be the same no matter which country they are in, thanks for sharing this story!

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