When one person delegates all the work
"Baby doll!" Mom called out to me from the kitchen. When my mom cooes like that it's a trap. My adrenaline rushed. Till the previous minute I was happy. Cozily tucked in my bed and reading, "Three men in a boat" What more could be more blissful than a lovely book on a cold winter evening. Nevertheless, I was jolted from my reverie. I got ready for whatever my mum had in store for her little teenaged daughter. "Darling. Come here honey, will you?" Now that's a command, and if it's ignored,well, it can't be. So I presented myself in front of my mom in a flash. "Yes, mom, do you need any help?" I asked knowing fully well that I would need to run errands. My mom was so pleased. "Oh honey! How thoughtful of you dear. I asked your dad to bring pizza for dinner. You go and grab four lemons, two pounds chicken breasts, zucchini, pasta,eggs,bread...note it down in a letterpad, don't ring me up from the shop." She glared at me with her eyes popping out of her skull. That's her dare me challenge. I usually comply to her insane requests for the fear that her eyes may pop right out and drop on the floor if she stared any longer. "Sure mom, but why? Isn't dad is getting us dinner?" I asked feigning a tone of disappointment. " Oh yes, of course Anna, he is getting tonight's dinner. We need the grocery for tomorrow. She looked at me as if I were the dumbest thing she has ever seen. I wonder if Jerome K Jerome took inspiration from my mom to sketch Uncle George's character.