Not the first and not the last

NewMeat comes in comes in to ask for data and he makes obligatory small talk about the holiday. I ask him:

“So, did you have the in-laws up for Thanksgiving?”

“Yeah. . . all of them. Her brothers and sisters and their kids. It was great birth control,” he says, with a laugh.

“Yeah,” I say. I grin, too, but I know what he just did.

He looks around. “Is this your family?”


NewMeat leans in for a closer look at the fourteen faces crowded into the small frame. “How many?”

“Twelve kids.”

“That’s great. Which are you?”


“Where are you. . oh, there, I see.”

One Comment on "Not the first and not the last"

  • Hehehe.

    Couldn’t you come up with something better than that?

    How about, “Them? Oh there just some crazy fundimentalist I know.”

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