Door Key

So, I go over to my folks for the weekend and they decide that they both have to come with me to the grocery store because they feel guilty over all the housework I’ve been doing for them. They slow me down by about an hour and a half, but that’s okay, as long as they’re having fun, uh huh. So we get home and the argument starts as to whether I can carry the bags upstairs and I lost the argument, so they each take a bag (I have the rest, like it would have made any difference) and we start walking up the stairs. My mom insists on being ahead of me and my pop is behind me and they’re both half deaf so they talk in these big booming voices and they still can’t hear each other. My dad booms out “DO YOU HAVE THE DOOR KEY?” and my mom booms back “WHAT DID YOU CALL HER?????” and I say “Dorky, mom, Dorky” and she booms out “HOW COULD YOU CALL OUR DAUHTER DORKY ????” and my dad booms back NO NO NO, DOOR KEY, DOOR KEY”This took 10 minutes to get them up the stairs (they're in their 80's and every step is crucial)and thru all the door keys and the dorkys, back and forth, I thought I was going to die laughing. Then we all get to the top of the stairs and they both look at me (cuz I'm in hysterics by this time, tears running down my face I'm laughing so hard)and say WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU ???????? Uh, they almost killed me.