“So I hear your best friend’s been given another all-expense paid trip... to Europe,” Mother said in between gulps of savoury, sour soup.
“They’re incentives to encourage sales, Ma,” she said, slicing some pork chops, “company approach to motivate salespeople. Here Ma, have this slice. Crunchy, the way you like it.”
“Lacks salt.”
“By the way, Ma, the school nominated me for a presidential award for excellence in teach–”.
“Soup’s too sour… ,” said Mother shredding the chops into manageable bite size pieces.
Chewing with her mouth full, she stared at me with glassy eyes and said, “So you were saying?”
“They’re incentives to encourage sales, Ma,” she said, slicing some pork chops, “company approach to motivate salespeople. Here Ma, have this slice. Crunchy, the way you like it.”
“Lacks salt.”
“By the way, Ma, the school nominated me for a presidential award for excellence in teach–”.
“Soup’s too sour… ,” said Mother shredding the chops into manageable bite size pieces.
Chewing with her mouth full, she stared at me with glassy eyes and said, “So you were saying?”
