I’m doing the job of the garbage bin

My mom do this too, like a drone operator. She want me to hold pictures or a shelf or whatever up on the wall so she can see how it looks… then she just disappear. After a few minutes I give up and usually find her in the kitchen smoking her pipe and re-heating day old coffee in the microwave looking at me like “what?”.

I guess it’s some sort of body-double thing where you just being there helps but she hasn’t figured it out yet so you just have to stand there.