Coated In Long-Distance Helicopter Mothering
My mom has trouble treating me as an adult. Case in point: she wrote my name and the house phone number inside the fancy [Brand] jacket my sister-in-law bought for me, in case I lose it.
I’m thirty-five and I haven’t lived within 1000 km of that house for over ten years. I don’t leave my coats lying around when I visit anymore.
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?