Plaza Disaster

(I’m meeting my mum in a large town so my kids can have a holiday with her. She texts me to tell me where to meet her. There are several shopping plazas here.)

Text: “I’m at the plaza. We will go and get lunch and wait for you.”

(I ring to check I’m at the right plaza.)

Me: “Hey, mum, which plaza are you at?”

Mum: “It’s just a gigantic plaza. How can you be lost?”

Me: “Because there’s THREE of them at different corners I the town. I’m just checking we are at the same one. Surely you could see the name on the doors you came through or ask someone?”

Mum: “Well, you’ll have to work it out.” *to someone in background* “God, she’s lost AGAIN. She’s so useless. Now I’m going to have to waste my time going to find her…”

(I found her by driving through every plaza’s car park, looking for her car.)