Grabbing His Acou-Stick

(My mom and I are in the backseat, and my dad is driving. We’re stopped at a red light in a rough neighborhood, and a young guy dressed in baggy jeans is standing at the corner with his hand down his pants.)

Me: “Mom, look at that guy! I think he’s touching his you-know-what.”

Mom: “Most likely; he’s strumming himself like a guitar.”

Me: “What?!”

Mom: “You know.” *imitating strumming near her crotch area with a goofy expression*

Me: “MOM!”