Wednesday, September 26, 2007
How I Spent My Vacation
Just got home this afternoon from visiting my mother in New Jersey. "SPILL ON AISLE THREE!"
I spent so much time at Walmart's I felt like I worked there. I was trying to find pullup slacks to fit my mother and it was not an easy task. They have to go over her surgical stockings, over the knee brace, and also not fall down suddenly. The size I bought on trip two almost caused her to go to the emergency room because they cut off circulation. On trip three to Walmart I took her with me. We made it to the dressing room. Just barely. As I was pulling her pants over her ankles, she said, "You would make a good prostitute nurse."
She meant substitute nurse. We got hysterical. Later, when she was describing a gift basket she'd received that annoyed her, she said, "The pretzels tasted just like doorknobs."
(Because they tasted over varnished and bitter she explained.) Until then I was wondering when she'd been tasting doorknobs.
At the old folks home they'd remodelled the place and put the computer room in the basement, in an extended broom closet where you sit side by side with other telemarketers to do your work. Before it was upstairs in a lovely airy room. I don't have a laptop. The thinking is that most people, even the elderly, have their own computers now, if they have any chance of knowing how to work one.