Blind To The Truth

(I am newly out of the house and full of questions on how to do tasks. I am also visiting my mom. Also note that my mom has a rare vision disorder plus normal vision problems.)

Me: “My favorite set of sheets ripped on the seam. I’m not confident in my sewing skills. Can I take them to any old tailor or are there special ones for things that aren’t garments?”

Mom: “You could take them anywhere. I can do them for free if you want.”

Me: “No, you can’t see well enough. Thank you for offering, though.”

Mom: “I can see just fine! I just don’t always see things where they are.”

Me: “Exactly.”

Mom: “It’s not like I’m blind!”

(We went for a walk a few minutes later.)

Mom: “What does that sign say? Is that a motorcycle or bicycle shop?”

Me: “The sign says it’s a bicycle shop.”

Mom: “Well, don’t mind me. I’m blind!”