I walked into the home center last week and asked where they kept their space heaters. The space heater I kept in my mother’s room had died earlier that week, and I wanted to get a new one. I had to wait until I got paid before I could buy the space heater. When I asked the salesperson about the space heaters, he gave me an odd look. He asked me if I was serious. With the cold wave, everyone was coming in for a space heater, in case their furnace died. The temperatures dropped almost twenty degrees in less than twenty-four hours. Mom was getting older and she couldn’t handle the cold. I wanted to make sure she had a space heater to help compensate for the cold. I found one space heater, but it didn’t have all the safety features I wanted. I wanted to make sure it had tip-over so that when the space heater got pushed over, it would automatically turn off. I wanted to make sure the space heater didn’t need any fuel. It petrified me she would get up in the morning and bump into the space heater and burn herself or the house down. I wanted nothing to happen to my mom. He asked when I needed the space heater and I told him I wanted it that day. He told me where to go to find the space heater and walked away. I walked out of the store and headed five miles to their other store. I found the space heater I wanted, and I took it home to my mom.