Saturday, October 23, 2010

Drinking or Driving

Phone convo with mom:

Mom: We went to a museum yesterday. It was in a very depressed neighborhood - very poor. There was a man on the sidewalk. He was toothless...what do you call it? Down on his luck. I asked him a question, I don't even remember what I asked him... He probably came right out of a Triple-A meeting.

Me: Because he had trouble with his car?

Mom: Oh! I mean an AA meeting. God! I would never talk to someone from Triple-A. They are all terrible drivers. They're a bunch of murderers.



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Anonymous said...

My favorite mom story ever! -rew