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."
Mom (away from the phone): "Deb, what's this thing called again?"
Mom (to me): "A golf cart."