A Non-Newtonian Fluid (maddening) wrote,
A Non-Newtonian Fluid

My mom frequently bitches at me about the things that are wrong in the store I *used* to work in. Yes... the one I *USED TO* work in.
I don't work there anymore. I have nothing to say about it and no interest in hearing about the trial and tribulations of those left behind. She regularly starts talking about cashiers, doggedly describing them, thinking I will know who they are despite them never having worked there when I was there. She tells me about the state of the store, the people who move around in it, the state of the stock on the shelves, and asks me questions as if I can still say, "Well, I dunno, but I'll ask Bob tomorrow."
She's cute and all, my mom...
But I'd much prefer it if she didn't need to do this to me.
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