[Sweet Daddy Hate]

Originally Posted by SNR

There was a farmer that had a narrow patch of somewhat rough land that he got sick of trying to make work, so he sold it as a set of four residential properties. My folks bought one, and another couple from town that they knew bought another.

My dad and both the wife and the husband from the other couple are doctors. All of them are still practicing, but they're nearing retirement. They pretty much just bought and built these country homes as dream houses.

Well, all the other farmers from the area of course know that they live out there now. They see these large fancy houses they've built, too. So apparently my mom heard from the other couple that when talking among themselves, they call that stretch of homes "Silver Spoon Lane".

I mean... what the **** are those assholes talking about? My dad grew up shit poor and in debt up to his eyeballs from years of college, med school, and residency. Same goes for the other guy. There's nothing any more "silver spoon" about my folks than the farmers who inherited their land from generations and generations of Norwegian immigrant farmers and whose amount of wealth, while tied into equipment and maintenance, is likely multiple times larger than whatever fortune my parents have amassed throughout their working lives.

"Silver Spoon Lane." Can you believe that shit?

Your parents should go down to the Co-op and bring some fresh coffee and biscuits. That'll straighten that shit right up.