About an hour ago Sylvia asked me to "water the big plant" while gesturing toward the living room. Distracted by a phone call, I obeyed and poured a containerful of water into the closest pot.
Naturally, Sylvia started shrieking "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" halfway through, and I suddenly realized that I was watering her horrible artificial tree rather than the actual vining plant in the other corner.
So I had to drag the artificial tree into the kitchen to drain the pot, and now Sylvia is phoning all her friends to share my humiliation, cackling like a madwoman.
I blame society.