Who’s On FirstPosted: September 18, 2013 | |
Dinner was over and I was delivering Mom’s dish of mint chocolate chip ice cream. I placed it in her lap and started to walk away when she called me back. She was holding up her little pink pill cup, which contained a single white capsule.
“Aren’t you going to take that?” I asked, staring at the lone pill.
“You know, this is the same pill that stuck inside the pill box yesterday, so I didn’t get one last night,” she commented.
“Does that mean you got two tonight by accident?”
“No, it means I didn’t take one last night.”
“So, are you going to take this one?”
“I already took one this morning.”
“But you usually take two a day. It’s your Biotin for your nails.”
“I know, but I don’t need to take this one.”
“Because I took one this morning.”
“But you take two a day.”
“So why aren’t you going to take this one?”
“Because I already took one this morning.”
“But…“ I stopped myself abruptly, clamped my mouth shut, took the little vial from her and marched into the kitchen where I threw the pill into the trash before returning to the Arizona Room.
“Having a little Abbott and Costello moment?” Bill asked with a chuckle. “Sort of like Who’s On First?”
“What?” I said absently, my mind still reeling from the nonsensical conversation with Mom.
“He’s on second,” Bill replied.
“Who?” I asked, completely confused at this point.
“No, he’s on first,” he said, laughing hysterically.