Don’t you just love it when after an apt reunion dinner, your mother starts bickering with your father (who is suspiciously silent throughout) about the shitty food and the various one-liners your uncle blurted out in his drunken stupor and the reluctance to pay for the bill of your aunt on the car back home? At least now I am able to say, “Aah, those were the times” in my friggin’ cubicle doing some white-collar job eating out of a polystyrene packet. Or maybe not since I am too intelligent for that.

Hmm…