Admonishment—"Swivel Tuchis"
January 5, 2023
A particularly funny incident I remember relates back to when I was a young child—probably between 9 and 11 years old, living in West Covina, California, with my parents.
In this ranch style house, there was a counter at which there were swiveling bar stools. Being a young child with mischievous tendencies, because the chairs swiveled, I had to swivel on one of them incessantly.
This began to great on my mother's nerves, understandably. She repeatedly asked me to stop, and being the mischievous youngster I was, I persisted in swiveling and grating on her nerves.
Finally, in a moment of frustration, she called out to me, "Oy, swivel tuchis!"
This stopped me dead in my tracks, but only for a while, after which I resumed swiveling. She ignored it for a time, then finally intoned on a broken descending triad, "Swivel Ass!"
You can't make these things up. The two of us used to laugh about this incident through the years.
In this ranch style house, there was a counter at which there were swiveling bar stools. Being a young child with mischievous tendencies, because the chairs swiveled, I had to swivel on one of them incessantly.
This began to great on my mother's nerves, understandably. She repeatedly asked me to stop, and being the mischievous youngster I was, I persisted in swiveling and grating on her nerves.
Finally, in a moment of frustration, she called out to me, "Oy, swivel tuchis!"
This stopped me dead in my tracks, but only for a while, after which I resumed swiveling. She ignored it for a time, then finally intoned on a broken descending triad, "Swivel Ass!"
You can't make these things up. The two of us used to laugh about this incident through the years.