Talking to my Mom

This is what talking to my mom is like, with this actual conversation from yesterday. We were in Fredericton to go to Sarah’s graduation ceremony. (Yay! She’s done!)

Mom: “You know that cute consignent store downtown next to Home Hardware?”

Me: “There’s a Home Hardware downtown?” (most big stores in Freddy are up on the hill or out in malls in the burbs. Or, THE mall..)

Carl: “The one on, you know, Main St.”

Me: “Main Street is across the river.”

Mom: “No, not that Main street, the big street right downtown, you know the one that does the thing at the end where it splits? With the intersection?”

Me: “Queen street?”

Mom: “Yeah, Queen street. Or maybe King. It has the Home hardware right at the end before it loops back to go out of town and go to the Dam.”

Me: “There’s a Home Hardware there?”

Carl: “Yeah, been there for years.”

Mom: “Yes! And the consignment store next to it – they have really good stuff. They sell gently used clothing to help women get back on their feet, for like job interviews and stuff?”

Me: “Okay maybe I do remember a Home Hardware down there.”

Mom: “Yes, it’s been there for years!”

Me: “Huh. Never really noticed.”

Mom: “So anyway, the consignent store? They moved up the hill. They’re on Hanwell Road. Really nice spot.”

I swear, one of these days I’m recording our conversations.

4 thoughts on “Talking to my Mom

  1. Addison

    So Mam doesn’t remember street names very well and you don’t remember large obvious buildings very well.

    Yeah, sounds about right.

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