The Postcards for Mom Pranksters

Well, so here's what happened:

I was at lunch yesterday, and this lady did something funny. I laughed and said something to the guy in line by me. Soon, we were chatting as we ordered our food, and we ended up eating lunch together. I happened to mention that my Mom is getting all this weird mail, from all around the world. We had a good lunch, nice conversation, swapped business cards and off he went. I thought nothing else of it.

Fast forward to today, 5:00PM. I just got home from work. My oldest has a concert tonight, and he has to be there at 6:00. Mom is coming to the concert. She's off work at 4:00, so I'm kinda wondering where she is. So I call her.

"Where are you?" I ask.

"Just got on the highway, I'm about 45 minutes away," she replies, "and it's your fault I'm late."

"It is? Why?"

"Some reporter and a photographer met me today right after school. They wanted to interview me for some article they are writing."

"No way!!! That's wild!"

"Yeah," said Mom, "they took pictures of me with all this mail, and just of me, and asked me all kinds of questions."

"Oh my gosh, that's crazy!" I said. "You brought the mail with you to work?"

"Yeah, they called last night and asked if they could meet me. Said he ran into you at lunch."

"Oh yeah, I talked to him, I mentioned it, but I didn't think anything of it." I replied.

"Well, he did. And tomorrow after work, the photographer is going to follow me home and take pictures of me opening my mailbox, and sitting at the table opening my mail. He's going to put an article in the paper this weekend."

The conversation went on from there, talking about her meeting us at the concert, etc.

At the concert, she brought it up again, saying she's pretty positive that it's Renee. My wife and I kept great poker faces, never laughing, acting surprised.

Looks like I'll have her fooled all the way up to the Sunday paper.

What's funny is, when she reads the story, she's going to freak out when she sees my picture, and reads the whole story from November to now.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom. It was me all along.