I remember telling my mother about it. Then in her mid-80’s, she wasn’t grasping the concept of an SUV and kept asking how it was different from a regular car.
I was meeting both of my parents at a doctor’s office in the next few days, so I told her I would drive it then and she could see for herself.
On the appointed day, I drove my new SUV into the parking lot, knowing that my mother was glued to a window so she could see what the deal was.
When I opened the door to the office, however, I immediately saw that the waiting room was packed, and Mom and Daddy were not near a window.
As I approached them, Mom said, very brightly and in a voice that carried throughout the room, “Did you bring the SOB?”
“No,” I deadpanned, “I left him at home.”
At which point my dad, then in his mid-90’s, laughed longer, louder and deeper than I had heard him laugh in years.
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