For several hours this evening, Mom
bugged me to take her to the store. So, at about 7, I gave up and
took her to Target. We were there for about a half an hour and she
spent the entire time looking for “him”. Somehow, between home
and the store, we acquired and misplaced a little boy. And, wow, Mom was ticked! She yelled for him. She looked for him. She yelled
at me because I couldn't/wouldn't find him. She was angry at strangers for
taking him. When I couldn't take it anymore, we got in line to pay
for a couple of things. And then... it got worse.
While standing in line, the little boy
forgotten, I could see Mom eying a piece of gum that was smashed onto
the floor. I knew she was dying to pick up that “dime”, so I
stood on it. I thought I was being pretty sly. I got all of our
things placed on the checkout thingy and motioned for Mom to go
through. She got into my face and said, “I saw what you did! That
was mine and you had no right.” She put her fist in my face and
said, “Don't worry, I'll make sure that you get yours later!”
Don't worry, Mom. I think I have
received more than my share. You go ahead and keep it for me.
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