One weekend, upon noticing that I was about to pop outside to the grocery store in my pyjamas, she stopped me and said, ‘Why do you dress like this? You are a beautiful girl. You could meet husband in parking lot.’ I decided that I’d better start making more of an effort if I wanted to win the affections of all the eligible men hanging out by the bakery bins. My mother also thought I might meet a man in a parking lot but her advice was to carry bear spray and a rape whistle to deter him.
