Boomer Musings
By J. Leslie Riseden
In the 1983 comedy “Mr. Mom”, suddenly- unemployed engineer Michael Keaton switches roles with his stay-athome wife Teri Garr, and finds himself learning how to manage the day-to-day responsibilities of running a household and wrangling children. In one early scene, he causes an unforgivable delay at the deli counter by asking for, simply, “a pound of ham.” I forget the exact dialogue, but the deli-counter clerk began to tick off a litany of possibilities, something like “Smoked ham? Baked ham? Boiled ham? Prosciutto? Low-fat? Low-salt? Nosalt?” Anyway, you get the idea.
I know just how he felt. I get the same sense of wonder and befuddlement shopping for toothpaste. Cereal. Cough syrup. Toilet paper, for crying out loud: About a dozen brands offer multiple choices of one-ply, two ply, soft, strong, extra soft, extra strong, and of course, soft and strong.