Perceptions

Perceptions. How we look at things. How we see them. How we interpret them. How we judge, but unless you’re in the situation, you don’t really know.

The daughter of a friend of the Weebles had recently dropped in to visit them after work. She called to tell me about the visit.

“They were making toast by putting it under the broiler. They should have a toaster.”

“They did. It’s broken. They have a perfectly good toaster oven, but for some reason won’t use it to make toast.

“I think I have a toaster down in the basement they can have. I’ll have to look for it.”

“That’s kind of you, but I bought Ma a toaster for her birthday in another week.”

“Oh, that’s good because they shouldn’t make the toast in the broiler.”

They shouldn’t do a lot of things they do,

“Your mother was telling me all about the Mahket. I think she was hinting that I would take her sometime.”

Yeah, Ma was trying to guilt her into taking her, and as much as I hoped someone else would take Ma to the Mahket, I couldn’t in all good conscience let that happen.

“You don’t really want to do that.”

“Well, I could take her once in a while.”

“Got three hours to kill?”

“What?”

“The trip to the Mahket takes three hours from the time we leave the house til we get back.” Three hours. Same time as it would take to drive one way to New York.

“You’re making that up.”

“Hand to God. It’s true. Three hours because Ma has to bless all the meat.”

“Oh.”

“Your mother was also telling me I could stay with them if the weather got bad and I couldn’t make it home from work.”

“I have two words for you.”

“What’s that?”

“Ho-tel”