Greek mothers (1)
The year is 2012 and the United States of America has recently elected the first
Greek President. So the President-elect calls up his mother a few weeks after
election day.
"So Mama, I assume you will be coming to my inauguration?"
"I don't think so. It's a ten hour drive, your father isn't as young as he used
to be, and my gout is acting up again."
"Don't worry about it Mama, I'll send Air Force One to pick you up and take
you home. And a limousine will pick you up at your door."
"I don't know. Everybody will be so fancy, I don't know what on Earth I would
wear."
"Oh Mama," replies the new president, "don't worry about it. I'll make sure
you have a wonderful gown by Christian Dior."
"Honey," Mama complains, "you know I can't eat those rich foods you and your
friends like to eat"
The President-to-be responds, "Don't worry Mama. The entire affair is going
to be handled by the best Greek caterer in New York, and you can tell him how
to make the tiropites. Mama, I want you to come."
So Mama agrees and on January 21, 2013, the son is being sworn in as President
of the United States of America.
In the front row sits the new President's mother, who leans over to a Senator
sitting next to her; "You see that man over there with his hand on the Bible,
becoming President of the United States?"
The Senator whispers back, "Yes I do."
"His brother is a doctor."
- West Crete Journal, February 2006 |
