Top Management is cutting a lemon; she has found that if she adds a slice of lemon to her water cup in the morning, she will drink twice as much water that day, or sometimes even more. Because she is talking to me as she does this, and is notorious for her multitasking abilities, she has placed her phone on the perhaps not entirely dry counter. What's more, the phone is located exactly halfway and on a direct line between the lemon being cut and the quite large and quite full cup of water into which she's about to be depositing the slice.
I grab her phone and move it to a different part of the counter. Although I am my usual oh so unobtrusive and subtle self, she stops cutting and talking to look at me quizzically.
"Your phone was right between three different sources of liquid," I explained. "I didn't want it to get wet."
Top Management looks every so slightly offended. Or at least, she starts to look that way. But before the expression can entirely form, The Golden Weasel, keeping true to her name, yells from the studio, "Mom, seriously? Again?!"
I assume The Weasel is just making a very and perfectly timed joke...until I see the look of guilt on Top Management's face.
"It's not what you...I was watering the plants and...we're really going to have a talk about throwing family members under the bus."
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