Taking a road trip with my one hundred and twenty year old, or something, mom, provides sweet humor. I think she’s only one hundred and thirteen. When it comes to her age, she tends to lie. Our driver was equally amused with our mother’s lack of age driven acknowledgement.
Hard of hearing, my mother required being shouted to from the backseat. I made a critical mistake by thinking it may be fun asking her questions from our local newspaper. It’s referred to as the “Super Quiz”. Ironically, or just by coincidence, the subject of the quiz was, “The 1920’s”. Since my mother was born before or during the 1920’s, depending on her mood, I thought she’d nail the answers. The first question of this quiz was, “The “blank” Twenties.” Our driver, one of her six daughters, quickly, had the answer.
“The Roaring Twenties”.
My mother, apparently tossing her hearing aid out the window prior to my inquisition, decided it would be better to just read lips. She looked at our driver and responded, “The Boring Twenties?!!”
Following our laughter, our mother fell asleep after reading, out loud, several road signs.