Thursday, June 12, 2008

Just a gigolo

Flea's recap of the Police concert that Orange and she attended reminded me that I meant to recap this:

When Jeannie and I went to the same concert last year, I got the Boy all riled up about the Police. How awesome they were! Message in a Friggin' Bottle!

So when Roxanne came on the radio the other day, I cranked it up. "It's the Police!" I told him.

After a minute: "Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"What's this song about, exactly?"

Er.

"Well," I said, "it's a guy singing to his girlfriend."

"Yeah, but about what?"

"And her name is Roxanne."

"Yeah, but what's he saying to her?"

"He doesn't like her job."

"Oh." Then, "What's her job?"

Oy vey. "Well...she dates people."

The voice from the back seat pitches up a notch. "She dates people? For money? That's her job?"

"Yes. And that makes her boyfriend feel jealous, and he wants her to stop. Because that job is pretty much frowned upon. Not to mention illegal in all but one state."

"And she gets money. For going on dates."

"Yes."

Pause.

"How much money?"

Uh, not the point, kid.

"Which state thinks it's okay?"

"Nevada."

Pause.

"I'M GONNA MOVE TO NEVADA WHEN I GROW UP! I COULD TOTALLY DO THAT JOB, MOM!!!"

5 comments:

Orange said...

Hee!

Anonymous said...

well, now everyone needs a career goal.

Clementine said...

ALSO! That's too funny.

comebacknikki said...

OMG, that's hilarious!!!

Scrivener said...

Thanks for this career advice. Finally a job that maybe I could do. :)