Bless her heart.
So, the comment was something about "Walgreen's" and a transistor radio...
Does anyone remember transistor radios?? They came in assorted sizes..some big with big batteries, some small with smaller batteries.
"Tran-sistor Radio"..that sounds like something out of a low budget Science Fiction movie
Anyway, as Mother got older, she and Daddy moved into one of those "senior apartments" - you know, with all that blue hair and scent of Ben Gay permeating the halls..
Where you didn't fear the skateboards, but the walkers?? With their walkers?? Yeeeeah.
Even though my Mother never drove her her whole life, on the better days she would walk to he market, the pharmacy and little cafes. She was somewhat independent..
On one of these walks, she went into the drug store with her beloved transistor radio.. and seeing the "young kids" on the registers, was on the defensive right away. She walked up to one young man behind the counter and said something about "young kids making fun of us old ladies" and "You sold me the batteries, I put them in, by myself I might add, and my transistor radio is still not working!"
"Don't you "Mam" me..You said it would work..and it doesn't...."
"but you don't understand.."
"what don't I understand, Sonny?! I understand you sold me batteries that don't work. I used to be able to hear my favorite stations, I could turn up the volume. I could change station, for Heaven's sake...and now I can't.. look at this...it doesn't WORK..So just what DON'T I understand..??"
"but...but... um......this is a ..............camera.......................Mam.."
Oh. Hurmph...Well then..... thankyouverymuch.
Yes. Like Mother..like daughter....and daughter......Poor, poor April..........heeheehee