Ma Uncool

Flashback...

I went to my mom's last Friday and was helping out with some intensive yard work. I did not really arrive dressed for manual labour of the likes, but, fortunately, I had left a pair of really old sneakers perfect for the job at my mom's a while back. My mom dug them out for me; arriving down the stairs, she handed me a pair of sparkling white yet 14 year-old Nikes.
Ma Uncool strikes again: she had put my perfectly-old-so-cool sneakers through the washing machine, just like she did when I was in high school, causing me merciless shame with their 'more than white' clean. Now, I'm trying to remember if she used to iron my jeans...