It's Mothers' Day here, and my adoptive parents took me out to lunch. A woman at the next table was having a quiet lunch with her daughter. The daughter went off to the rest room, or somewhere, and it turned out the woman was just bursting to share a story with us.
She woke up thinking it was Mothers' Day, so she would just stay in bed, and wait for breakfast to turn up. Her son comes in and asks to borrow the car, so he can go and get a bagel. This sounds good, she thought. He comes back some time later, having feasted on his bagel, pops into his mother's room, briefly, to tell her that he had met a friend down the mall, and, did she know, today is Mothers' Day. Then he gives her the keys back and vanishes. I think she was awe-struck at the self-centredness of it. I think she felt better having got that off her chest. Actually, I could just sense that she would have felt better still if she could have showed us a photo and we had agreed to mete out some awful punishment.
People are the same the world over, aren't they?
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