Motherly love

So my mom and her sisters decided to brave the madness that is called the mall, the day before Easter. A dangerous place to be on that day, kinda like being in the mall on Christmas Eve. Since no one had a car large enough for everyone to fit in, they decided to catch the bus to the Del Amo Mall.

My aunts who lived further way told my mom they would call her when they neared the stop closest to our house so she could jump on the bus. As my mom readied herself, she said, “I don’t know how I feel about riding the bus all this distance. Transients and people with diseases sit in those seats.”

“You don’t sit down when you catch the bus in the mornings and evenings?” I asked incredulously.

“No,” she answered, shaking her head. “I stand the whole way. I don’t want to catch anything.”

Thank goodness she doesn’t have to ride far. Wait a minute- - “So you can’t sit down because you might catch something, but from seventh to twelfth grade I rode the bus for a minimum of forty-five minutes each way to get to and from school, but it was okay if I got some disease and died? That’s great.”

“Well, I didn’t know better back then.”

Motherly love at its finest moment.