Driving along in the car with my mom. She’s driving. I’m in the front passenger’s seat. It’s a warm spring day in Colorado. Just painting the scene for you.
Because then she casually turned to me and said, “Are you having an affair?”
You can imagine I was taken aback by this. I mean, it’s a fair and reasonable question, and if she thinks I’m having an affair, I’d like to clarify: no, I am not having any kind of an affair with anyone.”What?!” I turned my head in her direction, slightly stunned by the question.
“What? What made you ask me that question?! No, I am not, I assure you.”
She adjusted the air vents, and that’s when I learned what she had actually asked me: “You have enough air?”
Oh. Well, in that case. Yes. I am fine.