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Roger: Here mom. Hope you like it.
Mom: I'm sure I will.
Dad: All women say it. Only one woman means it. And she's dead. God bless you Mother Theresa.
Mom: Oh hush up. (Wrapping paper noise) Oh I've been wanting one of these. A fat burning grill for the kitchen.
Dad: Great. One more thing to clog cabinet space. Great gift son. Where's mine?
Roger: I pitched it after you said I was a rebel. I'm kidding. Here.
Dad: What is it? A razor. Cologne. A dead rat? What is it this year?
Roger: Just open it.
Dad: Well look here. Our son's wising up in his adulthood.
Sister: What is it dad?
Dad: I don't know.
Roger: It's a car adaptor for his cell phone.
Dad: A very safe gift son thanks.
Roger: Anytime dad. Here ya go sis. Enjoy.
Mom: Oh such pretty paper.
(gift unwrapping)
Roger: What? Oh geez.
Sister: This is cool. Thanks. I've been telling Rob to get this for me forever. I love Chamomile Lavender. It's my favorite scent. Thanks Rog.
Roger: (nervous laugh) yeah you're welcome. Just trying to be a good brother for once.
Narrator: Way to go Roger. It seems our slow minded friend Roger gave his girlfriend's present to his sister. What a pity. Not a problem, he thought. He'd just buy another one. Then the phone rang.
(phone ringing)
Roger: Hello?
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