Me: Mom, I’m going out for lunch with some friends. I’ll be back.
Sunshine: Oh, you’re going out, huh?
Me: Uhhhh… yeah. Some girlfriends are taking me out…
Sunshine: Now listen, you haven’t taken me out to lunch one time… (She’s yelling, and spitting at me through clenched teeth.)
Me: Mom, I only just had surgery a few weeks ago. My girlfriends are taking me out to celebrate my recovery. Do you want to come with us?
Sunshine: No. I do not want to go.
Me: Uh, okay, soooo… see you later then.
Sunshine: You never want to take me to lunch!!! (She’s yelling again.)
Me: So do you want to go with us today?
Me: Do you want to go to lunch tomorrow?
Me: Sooooo… what are we talking about here?
Sunshine: I don’t know.
Me: Me neither. Bye.
What on earth was my mother talking about? Somebody help me.