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I phoned my Mother earlier this evening to inquire about the enjoyment level of her weekend when she struck me, yet again, with a bolt of clueless hilarity.

Me: "What are you doing? And why is it so windy?" 

Mom: "I'm at Aunt Debbie and Uncle Wes' house. We're cruisin' around the neighborhood." 

Me: "On what, a vacuum?" 

Mom: "No, it isn't a vacuum. It's this really neat little car thing that their neighbors just bought. I'm not really sure what it's called." 

A pause. 

Mom (away from the phone): "Deb, what's this thing called again?" 

A pause. 

Mom (to me): "A golf cart."