my mother has just finished doing some sort of bizarre barnyard hoe-down wherein she slaps her hands & stomps her feet, singing "get out the way, get out the way, hooray!" over & over again.
i am attempting to get into a package of chai tea mix. i am failing.
mother: HERE, WEAK DAUGHTER. I SHALL OPEN THE PACKAGE OF TEA FOR YOU.
mother takes tea. struggles to open it. rips at every angle. hands the tea back to me
mother: there are scissors in the drawer.
2 seconds later:
step-dad sees tea that i left on the counter to go make this post. it's chai.
step-dad: is this your tai chi?
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