My Mother and the Middle Finger Salute
By HomeIsWhereYourMomIs on February 20, 2013
My mother, who we call Ninny, is one of the funniest people I’ve ever known. And the funny part about that is that most of the time she doesn’t mean to be funny. It’s completely unintentional – it just happens.
Some people are just funny because of things they do or the timing of when they say things. Ninny is a master of both of those things.
A perfect example of this would be what I call the “Glasses Adjustment” story.
And it goes like this:
My sister Cathy and her husband, Jonathan were at my parent’s house for a cookout, along with me and my husband. Jonathan and Dale have always had great son-in-law/mother-in-law connections with Ninny. They love to mess with her and she is just as quick to dish it back to them.
Jonathan was in the middle of telling us his favorite story about Ninny. She was staying at their house watching the kids while Cathy and Jonathan were out of the country for their anniversary. She was running late to pick the kids up from school but couldn’t find the car keys. She finally found them, jumped in the car, hit the garage door opener, and backed their brand new Mercedes into the garage door.
Jonathan laughed as he told about Ninny having to call them in Italy to tell them about the accident.
We looked across the dining room table at Ninny, who was looking straight at Jonathan. She was giggling but he noticed that she was also adjusting her glasses…with her middle finger.
Jonathan said “GOOD GRIEF, I think that Ninny just shot me the bird!”
More giggling from Ninny.
My husband choked on his sweet tea, while my sister sat there with her mouth open. Jonathan started laughing.
I stared at my mother.
Our Ninny? Sweet Ninny? Did she understand what she was doing? Shooting someone the bird? The middle finger wave? The one finger salute?
And doing it so discretely that no one even noticed?
Not even her???
The conversation moved on and we continued eating. Every once in a while someone would giggle.
“Does anyone want dessert?” Ninny asked.
“No, I’m good,” I said. “I’m trying not to eat so many sweets.”
Papa looked over at me. “You’re too thin. You don’t need to watch what you eat. You’re not fat like Ninny………..(enter LONG PAUSE HERE)……….and me.”
Dale ducked under the table in fear of flying dishes.
Cathy again sat there with her mouth hanging open.
Jonathan clapped his hands and laughed a huge belly laugh.
I looked over at my mother.
Who was looking at Papa.
And she was adjusting her glasses.