why normal conversations are beyond me

[maderr]

(as bg, my dad is workiung a fuckload this week. Way way way too much but there's no one else to do it. I called after work to make sure he was still alive). This is pretty standard for us, and actually very very boring compared to some.

Me: Hey, dad. Not bothering you am I?
Dad: not at all. what's up?

M: just calling to see how you were doing

D: I'm roasted, damn near ready to be served up (essentially, there was traffic noise so I can't recall everything he said)

M: Oh, good. I'll start the mashed potatoes

D: *laughs* You would, you cannibalistic bitch