It was the early ’90s. I was at a friend’s Batmitzvah and I was sat at a table full of very pleasant girls, one of whom could not get over the outfit another of the guests was wearing.
“Oh. My. God!” She exclaimed, breathlessly, in my ear. “Have you SEEN that woman at that table over there? What the HELL is she wearing? And look at her glasses. They’re INSANE! Ridiculous! She looks absolutely crazy.”
“She is,” I replied. “That’s my mother.”