Mom took my brother’s jetta to get a car wash earlier today. On her way back, she filled up the tank. it was nice of her. she decided to ignore the “premium fuel only” sticker, but i guess the gesture was nice. anyway, she gets back and asks me “Does the rearview mirror need to be pushed away from you?” I’m in the middle of getting our realtime feed back up and running, so i’m not really paying attention. She asks me a couple other questions to the effect of “what do you want for dinner?” while i type frantically on my laptop. it’s 12:30pm. finally, i can’t take it anymore, so i get up and move to another room.

Fast-forward to 6:00pm. We’re driving to dinner in my brother’s jetta. Mom points to the rearview mirror, “you see? there’s something wrong with this mirror. the color is darker . . . ”

For a second, i ponder a trial of bread crumbs, a subtle way to lay down the answer. ah, to hell with it. “mom, it’s because the back window is tinted.”

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