My mother came to town.
One day we went to a sandwich shop to get some lunch. It was busy, and there was no clear path to the spot where you order.
“Excuse me,” I said as I squeezed around a woman standing next to a chair.
I walked quickly by and got in line, only to see that my mother was talking to the woman and her two friends.
When she came up to me, my mother said, “Did you see that woman check you out. I told her you were my son!”
Little did she know that the double take was more likely a scowl at the rude man who so quickly squeezed behind her in his rush to order lunch.