We have so many repeat conversations it’s actually shocking.
My favorite market is actually a back extension of the huge Burmese market in town. We park on a side road in the back and walk down through my favorite vegetable ladies that sell good vegetables at really good prices. We then continue to further, past an area with lots of pools of fresh fish, to get to other vegetable stands and find whatever the ladies didn’t have. When we pass the fish pools, we have this conversation:
S: “Oh, look. That makes me feel a lot better about the fish sitting out in the sun in the other market.”
[silent stare as I contemplate if this is really happening, again]
S: “What? I’m thinking they have buy the fish fresh here and resell them over there, so maybe they’re not sitting out all day, necessarily.”
K: “Oh, I understand the thought process. I just can’t believe we’re having this same conversation. Again.”
S: “What do you mean?”
K: “We just had this conversation last week when we came to the market. Almost verbatim. Same conversation.”
This continues for a few minutes as he tries to recall and cannot. I usually end the conversation offering to allow this conversation to happen every week at the market if we can let my memory stand as fact in arguments. 🙂
And, really, it’s not just the fish ponds. In Sherwood, we re-discovered the Fedex Kinkos on McCain about eight times. We’d be driving and Stephen would say, “Oh! I didn’t know there was a Fedex Kinkos there! I love Fedex Kinkos.” And again, it usually was followed by a stare, to which he explained, “That would be helpful if…[insert time-applicable scenario].”
And since he’s just twenty-three, I think we’ll have fun getting old. He just won’t remember it.