Chameleon Mom
I’m embarrassed to say this but… I keep mistaking my mother for just about every other little old lady with a big blonde hairdo. She’s only slightly older than most baby-boomers, but has adopted a similar style to all the old ladies in the condo complex, and in St. Pete’s in general. Twice so far, I’ve almost grabbed some strange old woman and said "let’s go ma". My dad almost did it too.