i just read dylan’s adventure running through ohare, and it reminded me of just one reason my mom is cooler than yours. one time while running through o’hare, my mom was running down the moving walkway. having attended catholic schools for most/all of her childhood, my mother is a strict adherent to the keep to the right to stand/walk on the left. so, as she is running down the walkway she runs into a woman, a black woman*[not really a race thing, you’ll see…] all my mom notices is that “she was wearing a nice coat”, my mom keeps moving and just says sorry. my dad however, also being pretty kickass, helps the woman up to discover that my kickass mom had just knocked oprah winfrey to the ground, take that you rich so-and-so, my mom cares not of your money and influence, just get the hell out the way.

oh, and my moms also a 1%[er]