Oh When the Parents Come Marchin’ In!

yes, today was the day that a wonderfully short and tanned couple and their substantial luggage were picked up at the airport by their newly acquired son in law, and their dutiful and loving daughter. it was very nice to see the tan and the smiles in both of their faces. the family was gathered round the kitchen table, avidly listening to their war stories about the trip and sharing their own. Highlights:

-The plums were confiscated by the customs here in the US, but the coffee, raki, mountain tea, chocolates, raisins, woollen socks, wild oregano, alb. basil, etc. all made it.

-Our neighbor was found half eaten and swarming with worms in his bathroom the day my parents came to town. They only discovered him when they discovered the worms on their way to spring break in the apartment next door. My mom played messenger again and called his estranged wife. I am relieved to report that in death, unlike in life, the man was finally treated with all necessary respects.

-my sister’s mother in-law was once traveling next to a Chinese guy who kept farting every half an hour. finally, she turned to him and yelled: “ekskjuumee! shame on your face! go bathroom if smelly come!” the kind flight attendants came and upgraded her to first class.

-books, books, books.

-Grandma was stronger than ever, and still loved me to death. She insisted that the best of her brood was in USA, right in the chagrined faces of my long-suffering cousins. Through her, I first learned the importance of good PR.

so they are finally home, safe and sound, tanned and healthy. thank you God.

15 thoughts on “Oh When the Parents Come Marchin’ In!

  1. good to hear that..
    that chinese guy story just killed me:)
    and ’bout the custom people who confiscated the plums: nga anet tona themi qe ja dika b… atyre..sorry per fjalorin, por ishte vendi:)

  2. well, i knew cell phones are not good for society.
    stock up on honey because pretty soon i might be the only bee around still productive. hehehe.
    eni, my parents are invariably upset when they travel, because there is always a confiscation. Some time back, one Hungarian s.o.b. got my dad’s raki. we still hear about it.

  3. Good to hear that your parents made it safely and sound to the right destination. Funny story with the chinese and “go bathroom if smelly come:))

  4. thx.
    true story. i was able to share my own with the little flatulent italian, but it was nowhere as funny. i just sat there and smelled him for an hour.

  5. This is a great idea … next time I am flying overseas I will be accusing whoever sits next to me of farting, burping, smelling, and you get the point…

    You have just unlocked the secret to a free first-class upgrade!

    Genius!

  6. Hey Bletezz, can you randomly forget your CELL phone number # just in case i remember it, i really would like to call you sometimes if i’m in the areaz, if i’m lost you know what the alibi iz..

    GrENCi! (with no benz) nissan maxIma

    Hey, thanks for the blog roll, ajo titulli ishte krijuar njeher e njehkohe kur piqeshin qiqrat ne internet.. xhuknow… edhe tani zbarkova.

  7. ” my sister’s mother in-law was once traveling next to a Chinese guy who kept farting every half an hour. finally, she turned to him and yelled: “ekskjuumee! shame on your face! go bathroom if smelly come!” the kind flight attendants came and upgraded her to first class.”

    Who else can tell such a story! The brave soldier Shvejk is feeling a deep jealosy crisis…. 😛 😛 While the readers of this blog are feeling privileged! Bet on it!

  8. gjergji, i am not sure if you are asking or giving cell#. if you have read “about me” you understand why i have one.
    blog was interesting, thought it a break from the normal way of doing things.
    thanks for being a part of here.

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