They have to be...my mother is the Grand Mistress of Guilt, and if I didn't go out of my way to make sure that it didn't look like I was lying, she'd smell it from a mile away and do whatever she had to to get me to come home...one time, she offered to drive, pick me up, drive me home, then pay for me to fly back.
Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart.