Last week, I was talking to my Mom on the phone while I was driving and Eddie was sleeping. I decided I needed to stop for a little something to drink, and was telling my mother what I was doing as I pulled into the Love's truck stop.
"The Love buffet? You're going to a buffet? Now?? Eddie is up and wants to eat?"
"No, Ma. We're not going to a buffet." I said, not knowing how she possibly could have heard the word buffet when all I said was that I was stopping at Love's for something to drink.
"Is Ed going to eat now? What's the Love Buffet?"
"Ma, it's a truckstop. The name of it is Love's."
"But what about the buffet?" she asks.
"What buffet?? Where did you get buffet from??"
"I thought you said you were going to the Love Buffet."
"No, Ma. Love's. It's a truck stop. That's the name of it. There is no buffet. I'm just stopping to get something to drink." I answer in exasperation.
"Oh," she laughs "I thought you said Love Buffet."
"Yeah, Mom, I know you did. But no, there's no buffet. No food. Just a soda."
I didn't think she'd want to know that the Love Buffet was planned for later that evening.