Me: Why are you packing soup in my suitcase?
Primo: Because it’s liquid and can’t go in my carry-on bag.
Me: No. Why are you packing soup, period?
Primo: Because my mom asked me to buy it.
Me: Why doesn’t she buy it?
Primo: She says she can’t find it there.
Me: She can’t find Campbell’s soup. In Florida?
Primo: That’s what she says.
Me: You’re telling me that there is not a single grocery
store where she lives that carries this soup?
Me: So you have to go to the store to get this soup just so
your mom doesn’t have to find it where she lives? And then you have to
transport it a thousand miles? Doesn’t your mom care about the carbon footprint
on those cans?
Primo: She says it’s really expensive down here.
Me: So she can find it down there.
Primo: Yes, but it’s expensive.
[1] It’s
like four dollars a can! For soup! Processed food! For the environmentalist!
And yes, I am the cheapest person in the world, but honestly – my mother is
completely anal about paying me for anything I buy for her, to the point where
it’s a little bit annoying. But I would rather say, “No! You do not need to
reimburse me!” than to stew in Bitter Resentment, which appears to be the place
I now go every time I have to interact with Sly and Doris.
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