My mother.

She was returning something on a slow night at Best Buy.

We did not make it past the tween greeter at the front door before she unleashed!

Mom went off. The way she was talking, you would think he, personally, did something to harm her. This kid was standing there, shrinking away, with what looked like his girlfriend standing next to him. He was a door greeter, had no control or decisive role in any way.

Of course, she called a manager.

I feel real bad for that kid but love embarrassing my mother by recounting that true tale to others.

That sounds so great. Do you know the device’s product name? Which library do you get this from? I’d like to try it out in my library.

Wow. Thank you. That was gross, but now it’s clean.

Talking post-Sesame Street/Mister Rogers/Electric Co. tunes

Circa 1983 on my first plane ride alone, aged about 10, from CA to GA, headphones plugged into the armrest with the ashtray inside: ‘The Tide Is High’ by Blondie was the first ‘grown-up’ song I recall that grabbed me.