A duty to completely drain you

I spent yesterday with my hippie friend, who fixed my car while I quizzed him about his life.

"So how's your moms?" I asked him. His mother just finished another divorce and then moved to New Orleans.

"She's good. Real good. Got herself a boyfriend and everything," he said.

"Oh," I replied, "Wow. I can't ever remember her having a boyfriend... or talking about ever having a boyfriend. Ever. Weird."

Without missing a beat he shot back, "That's because she married everyone she met."