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More of what I remember

My mom worked swing shift at our local junior highschool, 2pm to 10pm, as a custodian.

She was trained as a hair stylist, but we kids complained that she took too long in cutting our hair, so she paid others to do it. I regret immensely of course, ever complaining.

She got tired of washing lipstick off the mirrors at the school from girls kissing the glass. So she told them that she used the same brush as the toilet to clean them. Classic!

She liked diet dr. pepper and would buy the little glass bottles, drink part, and put the other in the fridge with saran wrap over the top.

She gave the best back rubs

When she was irritated she would call my dad “Francisco”, his given name. I can hear it right now.

Also when she was irritated, the oakie in her would come out and she would say “Sick and tired” but it would sound “sick and taaard”…I would laugh everytime.

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