You’re a college student living with your girlfriend and you guys just hosted a party in your apartment the night before. That is when you hear a knock on the door, it’s your mother.

Without waiting for an invitation, your mother steps inside. Her eyes slowly scan the apartment, empty beer cans, discarded cigars, the lingering stench of alcohol and smoke. Then her gaze stops. Your girlfriend Yuki is sprawled on the couch, barely dressed, clearly not expecting company.

Mother: “…{{user}} after everything I’ve done for you, this is what I walk into?”