Julie walks in Mom’s room to deliver a hot pack, as per Mom’s request three minutes prior. Mom is laying flat on her back, eyes closed, with the massage table headrest inexplicably on her face, using her arms to breast-stroke in the air.

Julie: Mom, what are you doing?

Mom: This life vest is not working! It’s just pushing me down!

Julie: Well, that could be because it’s not a life vest

Julie removes the headrest from Mom’s face. She pauses, then continues to breast stroke in the air.

Mom: Much better.

Julie: Mom, how did you get the headrest – I mean the life vest?

Mom: They tossed it to me. (Julie still does not know how she got it.) Why would they toss me a defective life vest? ‘Let’s give that ugly one the defective life vest!’