I was asking my mother to go to a MTG (Magic The Gathering) tournament at my local card shop. As if that wasn’t an embarrbuming enough conversation to be having at the super market, My mother begins to interrogate me.

“What kind of people are go to this place?”

I begin to explain to my mother that the people who go there are harmless nerds and that there is another girl in the shop from time to time… So here’s what she tells me. In the store. At the check out. In front of a bunch of people.

“Well, as your mother I have to ask these questions. So that way, I can stand over your raped corpse and yell I TOLD YOU SO”