Yesterday, I got home from work. I was tired; not much sleep the night before, and the usual day at work had rendered me into a gooey puddle.
Before I could close the inner door, I was accosted.
"Lisa, I've been searching all day. I'm going to have to ask for your help, I'm completely exhausted, I've worn myself out looking."
My mother; her suitably tired face shoved into mine.
"I've turned the house upside down!"
"What now mom?" My voice was expressionless.
Big, huge pause.
"Well, I. Now I don't remember what it was I had to ask you."
"I know I've been looking all day..."
"Mom, let me past. I'm sure you'll remember if it's important."
She stands immobile, blocking my entrance.
"Now I remember! I lost my credit card. They sent me this letter."
Document shoved in my face.
I push her hands away, almost roughly. The claustrophobia is overwhelming in the overcrowded front entranceway.
"It's not a credit card. It's your bank card. I explained that to you when it came in the mail, about 6 weeks ago. I have the card."
"No!" Her voice is curiously offended.
"It came yesterday."
"No, it came 6 weeks ago. And you did exactly this. You got all confused, and I told you then, it's not a credit card. It's your bank card, and you gave it to me for safekeeping."
I push past her, into the larger hallway, so I can breathe again.