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Introvert me pretending to be pained about the plans we are cancelling
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"Do you all mind if we cancel?" Me;
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@itsblakexx Nikeโs โcustomers under pressureโ line is corporate code for pricing out the middle class. Sneakers went from staple to luxury thanks to inflation, stagnant wages, and premium pricing.
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My Uber driver asked me to pretend to be his son for a phone call and I said yes before thinking about it.
We were on the highway when his phone rang.
Him: That's my mother. I need a favor.
Me: What kind of favor?
Him: Tell her you're eating well.
Me: What?
Him: She worries. Just say you're eating well.
Me: I'm not your son.
Him: She doesn't know that.
Me: She doesn't know what her son sounds like?
Him: She's eighty-four. She hears what she wants.
He answered on speaker before I could object.
Mom: David? Is that you?
Him: (looking at me)
Me: (panicking) Hi... Mom.
Mom: You sound different.
Me: I have a cold.
Mom: Are you eating?
Me: (pause) Very well. Lots of vegetables.
Mom: What kind?
Me: (looking at the driver desperately) Broccoli?
Mom: You hate broccoli.
Driver: (mouthing) SAY YOU CHANGED.
Me: I changed.
Mom: After thirty-seven years?
Me: Growth is possible at any age.
Driver: (giving thumbs up)
Mom: Are you seeing anyone?
Me: (pause) It's complicated.
Mom: It's always complicated with you. What's her name?
Me: (staring at the driver) I'd rather not say.
Mom: Is she nice?
Me: Very nice.
Mom: Does she eat broccoli?
Me: (pause) Religiously.
Mom: Good. I'll let you go. Call more often, David.
Me: I will, Mom. Take care.
She hung up.
Silence.
Me: What just happened?
Him: You did great.
Me: I impersonated your son.
Him: You gave her peace of mind.
Me: About broccoli.
Him: She's been worried about my vegetables for three decades.
Me: Does your actual son know about this?
Him: (very long pause) We don't talk.
Me: So I'm the stand-in son now?
Him: Just for phone calls.
Me: How often?
Him: She calls weekly.
Me: I'm not doing this weekly.
Him: What about biweekly?
Me: I'm getting out at the next exit.
Him: That's fair.
He gave me a five-star rating.
I gave him four.
Docked one star for the emotional labor.
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