Anyways, let's shake off the cob webs with a fob memory.
When I first started dating my now husband, my mom was asking me some questions to try and fulfill her daily quota of snoopiness. "Where does he live? Where did you meet? How old is he? What do his parents do? Does he have a car?"
I'm used to the 20 questions, but I could not help but laugh at my fobby mom when she asked me one question in particular...
Mom: What's his last name?
Me: Gawlinski
Mom: How do you spell? G-O-R...
Me: Hahaha oh dear god.
Not only did my mom fulfill her quota for snoopiness, but she also fulfilled her quota for reaffirming fob stereotypes. Although, I'm sure Gorinski is a wonderful polish name.
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