Mom and I were returning from lunch one afternoon while I was home for a visit. As we passed a gentleman meandering down the middle of the road, I sighed and rolled my eyes.
Me: See? This is why I hate coming home.
Mom: Elizabeth Ann, you shouldn't shouldn't say things like that! This is where you are from.
Me: I know, and apparently, it is full of toothless losers who get drunk at noon and walk down the middle of the street.
Mom: (indignant and quite serious) Maybe he can't afford dental care! You don't know!
Me: (laughing so hard I cried)
Mom: What are you laughing at?!
Me: You have to know.
Mom: What?!
Me: (shaking my head) I love you, Mom.
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