Took my elderly mother for blood work then breakfast.
The conversation went kind of like this:

Mom: Are you still planning on taking that test for the animal thing
Me: Yes mom, I am going to become a licensed wildlife rehabber.
Mom: If you ask me, I'd say those animals are what makes you so sick.
Me: I didn't ask you
Mom: Do they get paid a lot?
Me: No, animals don't have wallets, so I don't get paid at all
Mom: You've really blown your calling.
Me: Isn't it time for you to croak yet? (okay, didn't say it, just thought it)