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.