I just discovered today that no matter how old you are, if you don't care... you just don't. When we finally had our own car, we named it "Harry" since I'm a massive directioner and "Harry Styles from One Direction" so, everyone gets the point. My mom put it upon herself to buy stuffed toys from a gas station to put in the car as "passengers". So right now we have one blue pillow with a baby bear face, Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, and Tiger. Tiger is the biggest among them all so I always hug him when I'm on the passenger seat and if I'm not there, he occupies it.
So this evening was nothing out of the ordinary. I and my mom were just in our car, Harry in the parking lot, listening to Eraserheads. My mom is a big fan and she was telling me that she knew the order and introduction of their songs. It all started when she was guessing the next song and made a really hilarious face while she was at it. I was laughing enough to attract a person walking by and look at us weirdly. 3 minutes later, there was my 33-year-old mother, wearing her office top, making Tiger dance with her hands while facing the passersby. And she was fully aware of what she was doing.
My mom thinks she made so many people happy while I think she made people think that stuffed toys activate people's ability to think that Martians can attack anytime now. -.-