Me: Hello?
Mom: Erin, do you fly into Terminal C at Chicago O'Hare?
Me: I have no idea
Mom: They are having an infestation of mice.
Me: OK
Mom: And it is worse at night
Me: OK
Mom: You need to go buy yourself some cans of soup. They say things are going to get bad.
Me: OK
Mom: Good-bye
**The cans of soup had nothing to do with the mice problem at O'Hare. Different topic completely. (In case you couldn't tell. cause sometimes she gets a little tricky)**
3 comments:
I need to know "they" are. what kind of soup do you recommend?
I totally got the segue. It made perfect sense to me. Bobbie and I think alike.
You SHOULD get soup.
I thought the soup was for throwing at the mice.
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