Me: You rub your mom’s feet?
Her: Yep. I set up a spa.
Me: Wow, the boys would never go for that. So, how bout a footrub? (Laughing)
Her: Sure! It’s five dollars.
Me: WHAT? Five dollars? That’s pretty steep.
Her: Okay, I’ll cut you a deal. One dollar. Final offer, Aunt Deb.