Strange Conversations: Part One Hundred and Eighty-Three

MY MOTHER: You know, you could play that new shoe rack of yours as a glockenspiel, if you wanted.
ME: Pardon?
MY MOTHER: Well, if you wanted a little music, you could play it like a glockenspiel.
ME: You do tend to think outside the box, don’t you, Mam?
MY MOTHER: Well, you have to. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be any new inventions.
ME: Yes. Of course, I think the glockenspiel has already been invented, so you’re a little behind the curve there.
MY MOTHER: Yes, but this is a free-standing glockenspiel that hangs on the back of a door.
ME: And doubles as a shoe rack.
MY MOTHER: No one’s invented one of those before.

I kept silent on the fact that there was probably a reason for that.