Sounds from the next office sure were making me laugh. Someone, she had to be a manager, was very frustrated. I got up from the desk to see if she needed help.
"Quiz time!" That's what my mind had translated earlier when another manager had called me to the office to take an online teaching survey about the cashiering job I'd been doing these 4 months. And that's why I was in the adjoining office laughing at one of my favorite managers; now she was speaking to me.
"Did you say something to me?"
"Tell your son that door is stupid," says the manager.
I lost it, started laughing out loud.
She was referring to a story DH, darling hubby, and I had told her in the parking lot one day as we were all walking to our cars.
It was about Ian, our 17 y.o. teenager, who had just popped in between classes saying, "I'm hungry."
I rarely to never see him in the middle of the day; this makes it a treat for me.
He always scrounges around to find what HE wants to eat. I can suggest many things, but HE has to find and fix and devour.
He's so much like my dad. You could suggest to Dad to go or do something that was his very favorite, but if he didn't think it up first then we weren't going to do it. What an odd quirk. Used to think it was affected, but since have decided it's inborn 'cause Ian's personality is much like him.
For example, after Mother died, we were going to a pitch-in dinner and I told Dad I was making pork n'beans. Dad said, "Don't make 'em stupid."
"Stupid? What are you talkin' 'bout?"
He informed me I was to bake 'em in the oven with strips of bacon on top.
We now call them Smart Beans, LOL. Anyway, back to my story and why I had to laugh and give Ian a hug.
So here I am, I'm doing my PODA task of making a grocery list that includes cookie ingredients needed and ask him, "What's your favorite cookie, Ian?"
With his mind elsewhere and his back to me while he's bent half over in the fridge he responds, "I don't know. (Pause) Something with white chocolate."
Then, you can tell he's finally giving me some attention, "Actually, mom, just make your chocolate chip cookies! And don't do anything stupid to 'em."
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