Once upon a time…our mom tried to sue my work.

I guess that isn’t completely rediculous.  I mean, people sue each other all the time in the U.S.  She claimed that she stepped on a nail in the parking lot one time when she was coming to visit me, and it caused her nerve damage in her foot that had to be fixed via several surgeries.

A good reason to sue if she had been telling the truth.

But she lied.  I was with her the WHOLE time she visited.  No nails. No blood.  No screaming.  She drove off unharmed.

At some point before she got home, she’d managed to do everything she claimed happened at my worksite. (Sibling 1 has a great story about that!)  I have no idea how, she apparently has mad skills in the destruction category.

So she gets a lawyer, contacts my work, and threatens to file a suit if they don’t pay her.

My bosses were afraid to ask me about it,  but were really thankful they did.  ‘Cause I laughed out loud.

I mean; really?!

When I called my mom to ask her what the heck she was thinking, she actually said, “You remember, the nail that got in my foot…maybe you don’t, I didn’t want to make a big deal about it at the time.”

When I didn’t budge, she decided not to sue.