Communication with my mother always turns into some sort of miscommunication. Highly aware of this, when I parked the car in a new lot, I texted her about the problem. I also sent her an e-mail, a Facebook message, and called her when I got out of class.
This, apparently, didn't register with my mom, who called me ten minutes later of our meeting time, her voice raised and agitated, asking where was I?
Where was I? I was a block away from her office building in a lot that charged too much.
Why didn't I say? Why was I there? She walked all the way!
Not my fault. I sent a text, an e-mail, and a Facebook message. Not to forget the phone call.
She didn't hear.
Oh. Well it's not my fault!
She didn't say that it was!*
As far as awkward goes though, I feel weird that it was an awkward moment for my mom, rather than yours truly. I guess it shows how far the apple can fall from the mango tree.**
*How does my mother seem to put me in my place when I'm in the right?
**My mom said this once n a fit of philosophy. She missed, but I'm pretty sure she proved her point.
