Among the things my mother yells at me about, forgetting to keep the shower door open(because mold) is among the worst.
I keep telling her it’s because we barely clean the thing (and it’s stained beyond any tool or chemical we possess to cleanse), but she just screams that i need to remember better something that doesn’t register when all i want to do is get clean.
And the worst part is her yelling at me to google mold and see how it grows because that will certainly prove her right.
Like it didn’t when i wondered aloud if one could keep a spare gas can in one’s car.
Up came the screams, “if you get in car crash, it will explode!”, and several hours worth of me trying to tell her that liquid gas doesn’t blow up on sizable impact alone. It needs a spark, and it’s the fumes that ignite.
“But no one keeps spare gas in their car!” she shrieks. So hostile to new ideas, everything must stay the same as she thinks it is and everything new is a flight of fancy safe to ignore.