I said as I walked into our store, Dope on a Rope Soap Company. The goofy family business started as a hobby. My mother and I became the co-owners of one of the busiest little soap shops in the country. “Good, I’m glad you’re here honey. I need to run to the bank and I’ve got a doctor’s appointment in a half an hour. My damn knee’s been giving me problems again.” I smiled and gave her a quick hug. “But you had surgery six months ago, why can’t they ever seem to fix the problem? Oh, the marvels of modern medicine.” She sighed and pushed her auburn and graying bangs out of her face. “My sentiments exactly. They correct one issue, and then something else happens, they repair the second malfunction, and the first thing they fixed goes to shit again. I seriously question whether they have a clue as to what they’re doing.” I shook my head. I hadn’t been impressed with her doctors. “Well, you better get moving or you’re going to be late.
