Because we're kind of waiting on my aunt, mom keeps delaying lunch until we end up eating around 3pm, still without my aunt. Mom hates the food court but we both end up getting pizza from Sabarros, where mom held up the line before choosing a slice of cheese pizza (daring!) that she promptly loaded up with pepper flakes. We sit down and start chatting when mom interrupts me talking about work to ask about a pimple on my face because I am 30 years old and she is still obsessed with my skin. I give her a pass and ignore it the first time but when she asks me a few minutes later and tries to touch my face, I tell her to cut it out and swat her hand away, which probably got us a few looks from the other food court diners.
Meanwhile, mom had showed up with yellow paint all over her face (she was painting at home) and I had let her know so she could clean it off. She is obsessed with my face but didn't bother to look in the mirror before leaving home.
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