( My octogenarian mother. Waddling off with her walker and oxygen bottle to ming

( My octogenarian mother. Waddling off with her walker and oxygen bottle to mingle with the biddies. Says “See you later. Who are you talking to tonight?” I respond “Another little Frenchman, JF Gariepy. It’ll be fun. He’s smart.” She says “Of course he’s smart. He’s french.” And closes the door. Uh huh. That’s my mother. These French people. What are you gonna do… She thinks the Protestant Anglos (my father’s side) are all Tyrants that going to Hell. )