A phone conversation
Me: Happy mother’s day, Mom!
Me: Did your present arrive?
Mom: No, but I’m sure it will be here soon.
Me: I hope so. It went Express Post.
Mom: And what about you?
Mom: What did Frank get you?
Me: Ooh! Right. Well, he just walked in with a plate of waffles. Homemade it looks like.
Me: Yeah, and he’s got some fresh-squeezed juice.
Mom: Isn’t he a doll?
Me. Yeah. He’s thoughtful like that. Oh look! He’s laid out some Yummy Chummy fish treats on there, too.
Mom: I guess those are for dessert.
Me: Must be.
Mom: None of those peanut butter mailmen?
Me: No. I guess he couldn’t afford them. It’s been a slow year for him.
Mom: Digging holes and chasing sticks doesn’t pay like it used to?
Me: No. It’s all housing construction these days.
Mom: Digging holes is a form of excavation.
Me: Most people want big houses now. Frank’s holes don’t quite have the scope.
Mom: But they have the depth.
Me: That they do. Maybe he could do sunken living rooms.
Mom: That’s a possibility. Definitely something to consider. Anyway, enjoy your waffles.
Me: Thanks. And again, happy mother’s day!