Destroy, of course.
I overheard mom this morning complaining about the LA Times. Have I mentioned that she’s from New York? She likes the NY Times, but now we live here in Los Angeles so it’s a little harder to find “her” newspaper. She’ll sometimes drive around to try to find it (only on Sundays, apparently, that’s when the newspapers becomes large and unwieldly) but usually ends up getting an LA Times because it’s just easier to find at the local 7-11.
Today I saw that she had bought an LA Times and I thought I’d do something that she would appreciate. Since I know of her distaste for the paper, I decided to “eliminate” it for her, you know, “get rid of it” so she wouldn’t be forced to read it. I started slowly with the front page but that quickly lead into a full-on tearing of the paper limb from limb.
I reminded myself to make sure that I left all of the little bits of paper scattered around the living room for mom to see. So that she’d know how much I care, and that I did something special to make her life easier and more pleasant.
I’m such a gentleman…