"I'm number what?"

One night we were at the dinner table. For no apparent reason, I felt compelled to announce,"I'm #1!"

Now, in a normal family, that would require one of several responses.

"You look like #2."
"According to what poll?"
"On what, the FBI's most wanted list?"
"Sanity is not your strong suit, is it?"

And so forth.

In our family, it got a different response. Dad popped off with, "I'm #2!" which was quickly followed by my sister saying, "I'm number 3!" By the time we got to my youngest brother, he was #6. 

For some inexplicable reason, Mom did not participate. Perhaps she still had functioning brain cells. Not sure.

Anyhow, I am back in the market for minions. 

You, humble applicant, will of course not start as minion, much less as a henchman, thug, sycophant, backscratcher, fawner, flunky, lackey, or even stooge...but act fast, and perhaps you can be #7.


2 comments:

pheromone girl said...

Personally, I'll wait for theposition of #8 to open up.

Riot Kitty said...

This is hilarious! May I ask how old you were at the time?