Yada Yada Yada

My father is a CPA who has worked for the same firm for the past 21 years. Over the years his boss and his boss’ wife have become close friends with my parents. I remember one evening, a year or so ago, when my parents had them over for dinner and they invited my sister and I to join them. Something that night, during that dinner, stuck with Leila and me.

Here’s what happened:

Curtis Franklin (my father’s boss) was telling us a story about something that happened to them on their last vacation. He was in the middle of what was supposed to be a funny story about a ride they had taken in a taxi while in Bermuda. When part way through the story, it seemed as if he had lost his way a bit and was rambling. His wife (Charlotte) wanted him to get to the point. So she interrupted, and then while moving both hands in a forward rolling gesture, she said, “Yada, yada, yada.” Curtis immediately understood the reference, got back on track, and soon got to the point. Again, it is because of what happened next that Leila and I set up this blog….

My mother quickly glanced over at my father to see if he had any idea what Charlotte had meant by, “Yada, yada, yada.” It quickly became evident that my father was also lost by the reference. Both my sister and I did not like seeing them lost, confused, and pretending to understand what had occurred. It is not fair that they were not glued to their TVs back when Seinfeld was all the rage. We remember that episode from when we were little kids!

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