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28 Aug 2018 · via tumblr

When my mother was 17, she wanted to go to a school dance but her mom wouldn't let her

So she lied to her and told her she was going to her sister's house for the evening instead

But then her mom made her bring some potatoes to her sister's house

And my mom had a big red leather bag for the dance

And her mother started filling it with potatoes

In the end there was like 7 pounds of potatoes there

And my mom went to the dance with it

And she danced with those potatoes in her bag all night

Then, a boy walked her home

And, being a gentleman, he carried her bag and politely but frequently asked what she was carrying inside

She brought the potatoes back to her house and put them right back in the basement

And that's how I learned that both my parents were rebels

More so than my brother and me

LevThat is the most stereotypically eastern European story ever