Heres another one about my mom, shes got things now where sometimes struggles to find the word she needs, I call it altzheimer's desease. She asked me once if I wanted some chips and if I did that was fine but she hadn't got any oven chips. I said that I thought she had thrown the deep fat fryer away and she said, "I did but I kept a... a thing." "A what?" I asked, confused as to how you'd would go about frying food without a fryer. "You know what I mean..." she said annoyed now, "No mom I dont know what the hell you're talking about." By this time I was wishing I hadn't started this conversation, "You know... a thing! What you put the chips in..." "Newspaper..." I guessed without much enthusiasm. "No! Don't be stupid!" (No one would ever think that chips go in newspaper, would they? I mean really!) "It's like one of those things... ummm A CHIP BASKET thats what it is!"
God I was so glad she figured that out or I wouldn't have got any sleep that night...
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