The Wicked Marquis
Jul. 19th, 2012 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyOh, oh, I meant to say the other day, there was an article in the local paper: Start your Christmas shopping now. It actually said there are only five months to go. I'd best get on to that, then.
A conversation with my mother:
My mother: Would you have a look at this letter John got from the bank? It says he needs it for his tax return.
Me: He doesn't have to do a tax return.
My mother: It says he needs it.
Me: It says he needs to put it in his tax return if he needs to do one, but he doesn't need to do one.
My mother: So what should he do with it?
Me: Just… file it somewhere.
My mother (handing the letter to John): Throw it in the bin.
Me: No!
My mother: Oh, you meant file it. I thought you meant 'file it'.
This is a woman who throws nothing out. Nothing but official documents belonging to other people, apparently.
A conversation with my mother:
My mother: Would you have a look at this letter John got from the bank? It says he needs it for his tax return.
Me: He doesn't have to do a tax return.
My mother: It says he needs it.
Me: It says he needs to put it in his tax return if he needs to do one, but he doesn't need to do one.
My mother: So what should he do with it?
Me: Just… file it somewhere.
My mother (handing the letter to John): Throw it in the bin.
Me: No!
My mother: Oh, you meant file it. I thought you meant 'file it'.
This is a woman who throws nothing out. Nothing but official documents belonging to other people, apparently.