Being A Wet Blanket About It
(My mom keeps a towel on the floor next to the porch door, so she can dry her feet when she comes in. My favorite chair is a few feet from the door, and I used to drape my hair over the back to let it dry after a shower and pull the towel over behind the chair so I didn’t drip on the floor. I stopped when Mom pointed out that I had been forgetting to move the towel back. But she insisted that I was still doing it, because she kept finding the towel in the wrong place. Then, this happens:)
Mom: “[My Name]! What the h*** is this towel doing here?”
Me: “I don’t know. I didn’t put it there.”
Mom: “Yes, you did! I’ve told you not to move it, because you never put it back!”
Me: “It’s crumpled up into a ball; why would I do that if I wanted to catch water? It was probably the cat.”
Mom: “You’re just trying to get out of trouble.”
(At this point I remember something fairly important.)
Me: “We spent the last four days in [Other City] on vacation, and I didn’t have time to shower yesterday after we got home because you insisted that, even though I was on vacation, I still had to write an essay for your friend who can’t be bothered to do her own work. I haven’t had wet hair in this house in nearly a week.”
Mom: *pause* “Maybe it was the cat.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?