Firstly, how did your mom know about snap chat? I don't even have snap chat, and somehow she snap chatted me a photo of her sitting at the breakfast table in her zip-front robe, boring coffee mug in hand.
Secondly, how did she get my number? Oh, right. We hung out when she was here for Labor Day. We went to a picnic at the the Teamsters' union hall. I thought it was strange, but that's where she wanted to meet.