In One Ear, Out The Other

“The way I see it,” said Sam, “I have two ears.   No matter what my mother-in-law says, it goes in one ear and out the other.”

My husband’s niece was being baptised in Kildare and I was getting a lift up with my sister-in-law, Anne, and her husband, Gavin.  I sat in the back seat with my mother-in-law, Mrs D.
 

As we set off from Cork, Mrs. D told me that since the Christening was not until 2pm, we were going to stop for coffee in Leixlip House.
 

The drive north was smooth and we made good time. As we exited the motorway for Leixlip, Gavin asked Anne where would be a good place to stop for coffee.  Anne told him anywhere that’s convenient would be fine.
 

Mrs. D. called out from the back seat, “No, no, we’re going to Leixlip House.”
 

Gavin spotted a Gloria Jean’s and turned the car off the road.
 

“Gavin, we’re having coffee in Leixlip House,” insisted Mrs D.
 

Gavin pulled up in front of Gloria Jean’s and switched off the engine. Mrs. D. turned to me and said, “I guess we’re not going to Leixlip House.”  I smiled back at her in sympathy.
 

Anne and I ordered coffees while Mrs D. went to the Ladies to check on her hair.
 

Looking over my shoulder to check for Mrs D.’s whereabouts, I said to Anne, “That was the most civilised disagreement I’ve ever witnessed.”  She laughed.
 

Sam was right: the 'Two Ear' technique really works.