Mom would never say that.

During a recent road trip I made a stop at a rest area along the freeway. I never thought of them as rest areas. They're more like, O thank God you're here! areas for me.

As I entered the lobby the custodian was at the far end, clearly having just finished mopping the floor. "Man, I sure hate to step all over your work," I remarked to him.

"I wouldn't," the man replied. "Get it dirty again. That's my job security," he explained with a smile.

I laughed. But I also thought that me Mom never seemed to care about that kind of job security when I'd tromped into hall with muddy shoes. I'd probably get swatted with the wet mop.