Typical

I'm pretty sure we all have typical behaviors.
Anything I do to a guy is "typical Roxy." Any rearrangement of the apartment is "typical Roomate." I could come up with a typical behavior for practically everyone I know.

So it's Christmas time, and I'm trying to think of gifts for the family. Our family here in Boston keeps growing, and I honestly don't know any of my cousins that well. For the past few years instead of trying to come up with good gifts for each one of them, I would send out a mass email asking them what they want and telling them what I want. No surprise Christmas morning when we all get exactly what we asked for.

Every day I walk past the Opera House. Every day I see the banners for the Nutcracker. The other day I decided I wanted to see the Nutcracker.

Typical Roxy would get one of her mens to take her.
Atypical Roxy decides to take the cousins as their Christmas present.

Six cousins for good seats = $420

I can swing that, BUT typical Roxy will try to get the best deal possible. So first I solicit a few friends with membership discounts. BAM! $40 off. SAWEEET! Down to $380.

Next I call my mom. She always makes a big deal about the importance of family, I know she'll be so excited I want to hang out with my cousins that I'm sure she'll help me pay for half.

Mom likes the idea (especially because I made a big deal about the new addition to our family courtesy of my cousin's marriage). But of course she needs to discuss with dad.

The next day I get the call from mom. All systems go! My instructions are to pick up the cash and get 10 tickets. Hmm... there's only 6 of the cousins total.

My mother has decided to invite herself, force my dad to come along and throw in my aunt and uncle as well. Typical mom.

I figure I'm getting help with the funds. Christmas is more than Jesus. It's family, too. So cool deal... let's ALL go.

I drop by my mother's office and she hands me a thick envelope of cash. I head over to the box office, ask for 10 tickets. I get $40 off and I pull out the cash to start paying. I keep counting out the 20s and in the end it's evident that my father has decided to pay for the whole extravaganza and let me keep my money. Typical Dad.

I keep the $40 I saved with plans to spend it on trinkets for others.
I don't try to argue against my parents for buying my Christmas presents for me.

Typical Roxy.