Chaos Theory, Part 2: My Parents Lose It
So, I sent the Chaos Theory story to my dad. Just a casual, “Here’s a little reading material for you.” He knows me well enough to realize that if I send something, it’s either critical info or something so funny it’ll leave you sore from laughing.
Sure enough, he opens it, starts reading… and immediately starts laughing. Then keeps reading. And keeps laughing. And by the time he hits the punchline at the bottom in the Writer’s Notes, he’s gone — can’t contain himself.
He hands the phone to my mom. Her first response? “John didn’t write that.” My dad says, “Just read it.” She fusses for another second or two, but finally gives in. And then… she starts laughing. And keeps laughing. And when she gets to the bottom? She can’t stop.
Hearing them tell me this over the phone was priceless. My dad’s known the whole story as it unfolded — he’s been in the loop on the miscommunications from day one — so for him, it was like watching the season finale of a show he’s been following all along. And my mom? She got the twist ending she didn’t see coming.
Worth every second of effort that went into writing it.
Because in the end, nothing proves Chaos Theory works better than my own parents turning into the laugh track of a classic late-night sitcom.
— QBALL45
