a true story

[marcicat]

Actual conversation from the last time my mom visited:

Mom (washing her hands): "Where's your hand towel?"

Me (gesturing to the wall, where the hand towel is perfectly visible): "Behind the sink."

Mom (extremely unimpressed expression): "I can't reach that."

Me (least helpful thing to say ever): "Really?"

Which is to say, when you're the only person living in an apartment, it's really easy to forget that some people are shorter than you. (I mean, there's the cat, sure, but she prefers her towels to be on the floor anyway.)

(Relevant today because there's a strong possibility that Mom will be here helping with cat care for a few days, so I moved the hand towel. And then, after washing my hands, asked myself, 'Wait, where's the towel?')

Comments

[china_shop]

Which is to say, when you're the only person living in an apartment, it's really easy to forget that some people are shorter than you.

♥

(Is the answer two hand towels? (Why not both?) In these times, it might be more hygienic, too?)

[marcicat]

(I should clarify; she said it in a very nice way! It was funny because she was not actually upset at all, but willing to share the joke.) Also, haha, is it embarrassing to admit I do not have a second hand towel? I mean, I do; I have THREE more! But, uh, I'm using one as a dish towel, and one for the cat's dishes, and one in the bathroom, so that leaves zero? But that is a good idea!