Caught up with my mother today.
She said her hello then did the motherly thing of telling me I have something on my face.
Which basically resulted in her spitting onto her finger and trying to furiously discard it from her vision.
This case of 'problem solving' has the same mentality I see with people in public toilets... We know they're dirty but in our perspective, all germs and chlamydia-ridden bacteria will be discarded with an 8 second wipe of some paper towel...
She didn't succeed though. Because there was nothing on my face.
Turns out the bags under my eyes due to Chef-related sleep deprivation and stress, has an astounding resemblance to dirt or mascara leakage.
I just let my mother spit on my face...