I will never be released from my day job. Being the mother of nine children, seven of them boys demands my mothering to be instantly available. The other evening my son called, interrupting the classic movie my husband and I were watching.
“Hey Mom, where’s the Tang? You know those big canisters?” Son Chris.
“Where are you?” Me.
“I’m at Sam’s club. I can’t find the Tang.” Son Chris.
“Try the very front corner, just past the shampoos and soaps.” Me thinking as I tell him, visualizing the store.
“I did, not there.” Son Chris.
“WAIT!! YOU work at Sam’s WHY are you calling ME? Ask someone there!” Me, disgusted it took me this long to realize the situation.
“I did, they couldn’t find it. Where else should I try?”
“Go back along the wall towards the bakery. If you find it because of my directions, tell your boss to pay me!”
I do not know if he found it or not. I only know I shall never be allowed to quit my day job.
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