WELL ALRIGHT, OK, YOU WIN....

Alright, ok, alright, ok, alright, ok, alright, ok, alright, ok. This is one of the most frustrating things about Ma's hearing loss. She will go on for hours trying to find a old battery that works when she runs out. She will put in the wrong size then jam the the unit shut insuring that I must repair it or take it to be repaired. For some reason I hate handling it, kinda creepy, I do it anyway.

I didn't remember that I had run out of replacements for her and a trip to the pharmacy left me empty handed. I know they will have them tomorrow because I asked, but in the meantime she will spend the night putting the same old batteries in again, and again ,and again, and again, alright, ok, alright, ok. If she would change it to ok, alright for a little variety. Whatever happened to testing 1,2,3? I beg her to throw the old batteries away and she ignores me. She has a stash of the irritating non performers and she uses them to torture me so I never run out again. This is as bad as the "Chinese Water Torture". I don't really understand why someone would be so obsessed with making something work that obviously doesn't.

Gotta go now. The Volume Police have a disturbance call at the TV. It's time to start the evening dance card.