Maria and I were at a fast food restaurant and while stuffing our faces with fries, we watched images flash past on a wide screen, snapshots sent in by random people with accompanying personalised captions, as part of a Mother's Day special. Even though Mother's Day this year was almost a fortnight ago. When we got to a photograph of a woman and her infant son, we guffawed so loudly that I was afraid we'd be thrown out of the restaurant; the picture was captioned "I love you Mom!" and obviously an infant cannot type SMSes, and we were thinking: What if the photograph and text had been sent in by the woman herself? All I can say is... Wow. What a stunning need for validation!
Another picture was captioned "mother dAy", and Maria and I, who were hired for our current job precisely because we are nit-picking grammar whores, were immediately offended. Maria announced to the tables around us that it was Mother Day. MOTHER DAY! That mother, she must be very special indeed. And then I was all, dude, it is not Mother Day. It is Mother DAY! With an emphasis on DAY! which is the only word in that line with a capital letter, a capital letter strategically placed right smack in the eye-catching middle of the word. Like, dude, this DAY! is so totally special. Mother DAY!
Before the next batch of snapshots and corresponding captions were revealed, a simple message against a plain background read, "To all the great and wonderful mothers out there..." as a sort of enigmatic prelude to the marvels to come, and because I am a cynical bitch with a very gloomy worldview, I asked out loud, "What about the other mothers?" To which Maria put on an affected frown as if she'd been hurt that her loved one was being left out by the onscreen message, and gleefully responded, "What about MY mom?"
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