A few years back I was watching Seinfeld and came to a rather unpleasant realization.
Do you remember the episode where they were filming the pilot? The guy that auditioned for Kramer’s part came in and allegedly stole a box of raisins. The whole time George wouldn’t let it go, he just kept asking about the raisins long after everyone else forgot about it.
I realized after watching that episode that George Costanza was my mother.
My mother is now on her way to my house for the annual holiday visit. It’s not that I won’t appreciate the free babysitting and all, and I know I should spend more time with her since she isn’t exactly young anymore, but…well, you know.
Mr. Rizzuto is bringing her home from the airport right now. When he called a little while ago he said they were at the baggage claim and she was checking every single suitcase for the tenth time, just to make sure she hadn’t missed hers.
Pray for Wanda.
Oh, and Dad arrives on the 19th. They can’t travel together, that ought to tell you something.