My mom’s snarky awesomeness

When I was young my mom had to have carpel tunnel surgery on both wrists. Despite doing one at a time she still needed some assistance with things like writing checks, which we did a lot back in the old days. She would take one of us kids with her to fill out the bulk of the check and she would awkwardly sign it. (As an aside, good on her bank because they actually reached out to verify why the signatures on the checks were different.)

We were at the pharmacy, to get one of my mom’s frequent prescriptions filled. When it came time to pay mom handed the checkbook to a kid to fill out and then she awkwardly signed it. A guy behind her in line, oblivious to the braces and bandages she had on, did a loud harumph and said “SOME people should learn how to write!”

Mom, not missing a beat, turned to him and said “hey, I’m getting better at it! I’m up to cursive!” Then took her meds and walked away.

(Pharmacist told her later - they knew each other well from all her frequent visits - that he chewed the guy out on her behalf.)