My mother lived in Chicago, my native city, while I lived 7 years in Buffalo and then moved to San Diego. On a visit, after I parked at a shopping center, I kissed her cheek about 20 fast times.  When we got out of the car, a man in the next car was staring at us!  My mother reassured him, "That's ok. She's my daughter."   

At the deli DZ Akins my mother bought chopped liver to take home after our dinner.

When she got home she discovered the chopped liver was substandard--funny tasting and dry--so she called the deli.  She eventually got the owners son on the phone, a young fella named Neil.

Guess what he did?  He got my mother's address and personally delivered a new order of chopped liver!  What a persuasive sweetheart she was.  We stayed friends with Neil for quite a long time.

My mother, her friend Sophie and I went to a local deli, DZ Akins, for dinner one night.  Mom and I had stuffed cabbage rolls and took home part of our dinner in take out boxes. I had added the mashed potatoes to mine.

As we were leaving, I noticed that my take-out box was heavier than hers.  She said "You had bigger balls."   What a hoot!  All three of us were laughing our heads off.  What a fun time.