About a year ago I was attending an event at the Providence Performing Arts Center with my wife and my mother when I felt an elbow-nudge mid-show. My mom leans over and whispers, “We need to go to Dunkin’ after the show.”
“Why, Ma?” I didn’t think my mother was that addicted to caffeine.
“It’s the last day of the month, and I need one more order to keep my Boosted Status.”
Had my father been there, he would have....