EPILOGUE TO ALRIGHT, OK

After 2 1/2 hours of the alright, ok, "Chinese Water Torture" I succumbed and went on a trek to find #13 hearing aid batteries. Lancaster, Cheektowaga, and finally West Seneca at Wegman's. You cannot imagine the relief I felt when I saw the lucky #13's hanging on the hook just waiting to be grabbed up. Is it Christmas again? I scurried home, my salvation in my pocket. Ma was in the kitchen, obviously worn out from her alright, ok experience, still with the non performing device in her ear. I handed her a new battery and she, thinking it was her medicine, started to put it in her mouth. I stopped her and had her remove the hearing aid and put the battery in the device myself to insure proper performance. As the all too familiar whistling sound pierced the air I knew peace was just around the corner. Four more rounds of alright, ok and the prattle stops as the confounding device is working again. I think I can safely say I will never forget to stock up on batteries again, especially since Ma has ordained them to be edible mints. I wonder how many she has consumed in the past? I guess I'll have to take her to the court building down the street and see if she sets off the metal detectors.