McDonalds. She’d stand there watching,
gripped by disbelief, as an employee
placed a cup, small, medium or large,
beneath a spout, pushed a button and
walked away, leaving the machine to fill
it up the perfect, proper amount. “How
does it know where to stop?” Nana
would shake her head, mortified, “How
does it know?!”
After we figured out how to clone a
sheep, she pretty much threw in the
towel on ever questioning anything
again.
One day my family took her out for
lunch to a restaurant on the top floor of
some giant hotel. When we got into the
elevator, someone accidentally pushed