I used to dread going shopping with my mother. She never owned a credit card. When it was time to pay at the grocery store, she would pull out the check book, find a pen, slowly write out the check, show her driver’s license, pass it to the check-out person, and then we’d go. There would be another ten people backed up behind us. But she’s gone now. It’s been two years, and I wish every day that I could stand in a grocery line with her just one more time.
Yeah, you do. I was born in 1951 and my mother constantly told me to turn off the lights when not in use and to be ready on time. Even now at 73, I compulsively turn off lights if I’m not using them (Oh! And never leave faucets running) and become anxious if I think I’m going to be late. Thanks, mom!!
Now that was funny!