By Charles McKelvy
He made so much money working night and day as a chemical engineer for a huge multi-national chemical concern in a far-away country that he had modern furnishings and appliances shipped back to his parents’ humble abode in the old country. He decided that was a better way to go, because he knew his parents would not spend a dime of any money he sent them. They would put it in clay jars and bury it. So, he decided, best to present them with beds, and cabinets, a flat-screen TV, and a washer and dryer, and, of course, a refrigerator.
He was so, so happy to bring his parents into the 21st Century. Finally, he thought, they’ll be able to store leftovers. No more spoiled food.
All will be well, and they will be so, so happy when I finally get time off and go and see them.
Well, the day finally came when he got time off and went to visit his parents in their humble abode in the old country, and he was pleased to see that their living was easier with all the goodies he had had shipped to them.
His mother pronounced herself most pleased with her son’s benevolence, and said what she particularly enjoyed was her new “cold closet.”
“Let me show you.”
And with that she opened the gleaming, name-brand refrigerator her son had sent her and pointed to all the neatly piles of clothes stored therein.
“Oh, My Dear Child, it keeps the clothes so cool and fresh. You have made life bearable with your amazing cold closet. I don’t know how to thank you.”
And her Dear Child didn’t know how to say you’re welcome.