Lightning struck me, not the usual cartoon bulb of enlightenment either. My mother uses the word, wielding it like Thor's hammer.
Mom will ask me, "Are you going to church tomorrow?"
"No, Mom, sorry. Other plans."
Boom! There it is. Hauls more weight than a big ol' sixteen-wheeler careening down an ice-covered highway.
|Joan Crawford: Founder of the Clever Mother Society|
But the word works on me. Oh, yes, it works.
"Mom, we really need to look into your TV options. You can't get free cable forever."
I think Mom just lucked into this superpower. It's not intentional; she's a loving, kind person. But it's definitely my Kryptonite. Sure Mom uses other catch-phrases, all of them potent, such as "I think it would be nice if...." and "I think it'd be fun for you if...(and, of course, this leads into a suggestion that is usually anything but "fun")." But those I can deal with. Just not "huh."
It's the sound that destroys worlds, reverses face-lifts, causes dolphins to bark, turns lima beans yummy, makes kangaroo pouches envelop their owners. The utterance that has won wars.
My mom's a better writer than I am with one simple word.
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