“Oh, you didn’t!” my mother said.

I looked at the copy of the World Weekly News in my hand. “Well, why not?” I asked her. Come on, I thought. These things are great for a laugh!

“Well, just look at the trash they print in there!” She gave an exasperated sigh. “Really. I mean, look at this article. ‘Hillary Names Bigfoot As Her Running Mate’. What complete, utter tripe!”

“Well, of course it is, mom. I mean…”

“Everyone knows damned well that he’s Obama’s running mate!”

I looked at my mom for a moment, waiting for her start laughing. She just stood there, staring at me, with her Your mother’s always right face.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

In the end, I flipped a coin. Heads – laugh.

She left the store muttering, “I don’t know this crazy girl beside me.”