The Best Wringer

She is the best, my mother said as we were having a cup of coffee together, now so many years ago.
She knows how to wring the mop, my mother said about the home help.
I never knew my mother rated the home help, in fact I didn't know she had any help at all, but getting old in the old country gives you a certain amount of advantages.
And now my mother had home help, a young woman provided by the state, who came a couple of times a week to dust and mop and, I am sure, spend a little time exchanging gossip, although you would never get my mother to admit that.
I thought of this today as I was slinging my mop haphazardly around the house to, supposedly, clean the floors. And using the kind of bucket where one does not have to wring at all, just press and twist.
My mother would have disapproved.
A good mop-wringer wrings the mop manually, like most maids in this country, but since I had the experience of a scorpion, who had hidden in the mop, bite me, I have been a little leery of the wringing business, besides, who is here to check the mop anyway ?
So I sling my mop, think of my mother, and use the squeeze apparatus.
Sorry Mom.