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And it's convenient. You got low-cost parking five bucks a day. And speaking of hassle, here's another episode of Klein Alley Show. Clayne Alley Show, more My Camp tickets coming up very, very soon. We got tons of... How many pairs left do we have, Vanessa? I know you're keeping track, but we got a lot of pairs to give you before the weekend. 40 minus 2. 38. 38 pairs of tickets left. I want to hear it as a math problem every time. I wasn't ready for the question, so I had to do the math out loud. That's okay. 40 minus 2. That's how many we have left. So we get ready.

Klein, you know just as well as I do that mom guilt is the most piercing type of guilt that ever existed.

It's the strongest guilt that exists in the world. And I know there's arguments.

And it could happen in such a subtle, just a, er, gets you right where it hurts.

Right.

In a very subtle way.

And everyone argues that their, whatever their religion or ethnicity is, they claim that they do guilt better than anyone.

Catholic guilt.

Jewish mom guilt.

Vanessa claims her mom.

Latina.

She said that is a level of guilt, especially as it pertains to being married. She said it's nonstop. But all under the umbrella of mom. All under the umbrella of mom. All moms. Transcends. I got a text from my mom yesterday. And my mom and I talk probably once a week, maybe twice. And we always do FaceTime because she wants to see my kid and say hello, blah, blah, blah. She's the throat goat, so FaceTime is probably her number one mode of communication, right? Yeah, the phone is in her throat. Right, I would imagine. So she usually calls me. I'm usually in the middle of something, making dinner, whatever. I'm struggling with the phone, trying to show her the kid while I'm cooking

something. I mean, it's always kind of chaotic. You know how it is. So I haven't heard from her in a while,

and then I get this text yesterday. Is there a convenient time to call when I can FaceTime with you and Wesley?

I know you guys are busy a lot, so I don't know when to call, and you seldom call me. Oh, boy. So I'm trying to figure out when a good time is. Never. Damn, Ellie. What a terrible daughter. Dude. So I... Make time for your mom, God damn it? Yeah. This is a cry for hell. Omar would kill to have a relationship with his mom. I don't need your guilt on top of that guilt. I mean, that just cut to the bone in like one or two sentences. Yes. And immediately I'm like, let me call you when I get home. Hold on. I'll be home in 10 minutes. And I meant to call her. And then it's just life happens. And you forget. They take it very personally. And they keep track and they will remember forever. And she now thinks of you. It's like a special mom guilt part of the brain. She now thinks of you as the person that doesn't call her. And then when you say you're going to call back, you don't call back. And so she thinks that she is that person. doesn't think it yeah you are right you are that person

yeah but I'm never good at calling anybody

you know me I never

call how many times have you called me versus me

calling you but do you like that

about yourself oh hold on I don't like that about myself

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