Phone conversation this morning:

lightspeedmom: Something odd happened on Friday night. I was going to bed, and I had a vision of you, it must have been about 11 PM.
lightspeedchick: Okaaaaaay….
lightspeedmom: You were at a McDonald’s restaurant, talking to someone about happiness and freedom. Then you went to the bathroom, then that’s it.
lightspeedchick: What?! Mom, I *WAS* in a McDonald’s restaurant on Friday night!
lightspeedmom: You’re kidding!
lightspeedchick: No, I swear! Papineau and Mont-Royal!
lightspeedmom: Were you talking about happiness and freedom?
lightspeedchick: I dunno… we’d had a few beers, and went there for a bite. But it sounds like the kind of thing I’d be talking about.
lightspeedmom: Well, you were talking to a woman, and you went to the bathroom.
lightspeedchick: Yeah, I did. It’s weird, this kind of connection between relatives usually happens when something traumatic happens… not when you’re eating a poutine on Friday night! You were there, weren’t you? You’re pulling my leg, right?
lightspeedmom: No, I’m dead serious. This is very freaky. You were speaking English.
lightspeedchick: Yeah, I was with my boss’ girlfriend. Wow. I’d better watch what I say!
lightspeedmom: Yeah, especially if your cellphone is on!
lightspeedchick: … My…? (pause) You think you’re funny, but you’re so not.