My husband said that I shouldn’t tell this story because it’s embarrassing. But honestly, if anyone’s going to embarrass me, it’s going to be me. So here we go.
I took my kids to Game Stop to sell back a bunch of games. My older kid picked the new UFC game for PS4. We brought it up to the counter and the (female) Game Stop worker asked us if we watched WWE.
“We used to,” I said, which is the truth. It’s been probably two years since my older son was hard core into WWE. And by “my older son,” I mean, my husband and I.
“Do you know who Shane McMahon is?” she asked.
“Yeah, he’s Vince’s son,” I answered. Already showing my WWE chops.
“Well, he gets to fight Undertaker at Wrestlemania and if he wins, Vince is going to give him WWE,” she informed me.
“Oh, ok,” I said, losing interest. Like, just ring me out, weirdo.
“Of course,” she continued, “He’s going to lose because Undertaker has never lost at Wrestlemania.”
FALSE. And I cannot believe I am having this conversation, but here it goes, because the next thing I say is, “Well, he did lose the one time. To …” and then amazingly, no joke, I can’t remember who it was he lost to. Fortunately my child filled in the name: Brock Lesnar.
“Oh, that’s right,” Game Stop Chick said. “Well, that was just the one time. He probably won’t lose again.”
“No, probably not,” I said, swiping my card through the reader thing and wishing none of this had happened.