The Well-Meaning ParentA Story by SagemindA story about a well-meaning, but rather annoying, parent.The Well-Meaning Parent
The Well-Meaning Parent, in this story named Cortana, walked to her nearest GameStop. She was rather short, with light brown hair and eyes of the same color. She had a pleasant face and a well-mannered and kindly air about her. Wondering what game she was supposed to get again, she looked at the slip of paper her son had given to her to remind her. "Gears of War 2! PLEASE! Don't listen to anything anyone says! It's a good game!" So Cortana walked into the GameStop and came upon a fresh-faced young clerk named, according to his tag, "Eugene." He had brown hair that screamed "Mom's hairdo" in a loud, resonating voice, and his mud brown eyes darted everywhere. The youth opened his mouth but nothing came out except small squeaking sounds. He whipped out a piece of paper and read in a squeaky voice, "Welcome to GameStop, sir or ma'am. How are you today?" Cortana smiled and said, "Why, very good, thank you. How about you?" "What?" Eugene squeaked. "I mean, um, well, I'm fine and all. Now," he said, once again reading from his paper, "how may I help you today?" "Hello, i'm here to buy the game...erm...Gears of War 2 for my son." Once again, Eugene opened his mouth but nothing came out. He then took out a different piece of paper. "May I ask," he said shakily, "how old your son is?" "He's thirteen," Cortana said proudly. "Then," said Eugene, gulping audibly, "I am legally required to inform you that Gears of War 2 has been rated M for Mature for blood and gore, intense violence, and strong language. Sir or ma'am." Cortana tutted to herself. "Well, that won't do at all. I don't want my Foofie getting nightmares! Now, let's see here, what other games do you have?" A half-hour later, Cortana walked in the door. Her son rushed up and said, "Mom, Mom, did you get Gears? Did you?" Cortana tutted again and said, "Honey, that game was made for people older than you. It has so many things that young eyes shouldn't see. I didn't want you to get nightmares!" Her son groaned. "Well, what did you get me?" "Well," Cortana said, "it still has the same acronym--Giggly Ol' Wubbles! It's a game about these cute little fuzzy creatures, and you score points by tickling them, telling them cute little E-rated jokes, anything to get them to giggle! Isn't it wonderful?" "Shoot me," groaned the son. "Kill me right now."
End. © 2008 SagemindAuthor's Note
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