Mother%27s Bad Date (CERTIFIED | WORKFLOW)

As they sat down for dinner, things quickly took a turn for the worse. Bob seemed to be suffering from a severe case of foot-in-mouth disease, regaling my mom with stories of his extensive collection of antique teapots and his passion for competitive ferret racing. My mom, bless her heart, tried her best to maintain a polite smile, but her eyes screamed "help me."