My favourite funny story about mothers involves mine and the mother of one of my childhood friends.
This happened about 1960, long before the days of cell phones.
Frances (my mother) called Florence (her friend) to arrange a lunch get-together. They agreed to meet at the club at noon.
At noon, Frances arrived at the club. She waited but Florence never showed up.
"What happened?" Frances asked Florence that night. "Why weren't you at the club for lunch?"
"I was there, "said Florence. "Where were you?"
Frances had gone to Northwood Golf Club and Florence had gone to The Primrose Club.
I still giggle thinking about this.