When I was in high school, I worked at a small grocery store on the south side of Chicago. His mom came in every week/every other week, driving her nice little green mercedes. Always knew she was in the store if I went outside for carts and saw her car out front. She was always super nice. I was a huge fan of cheers, even though I probably missed half the jokes at the time. Was always hoping she'd bring him in. RIP.
How's the world treating us today?
Like a baby treats a diaper