Glenda Lisbona is accustomed to fielding phone calls from her middle-aged son, David, a Montreal investment advisor and grown man who, for just about forever, has been enlisting his now 74-year-old mother as a helper during times of need. And that help can take many forms, such as digging out her boy’s car after he got stuck in the snow on his way to a law school exam, some years back, or preparing a favourite Sephardic-inspired dish and, lately, looking after the grandchildren.
“I help David out when I can,” Glenda says. “But when he phoned me this time I didn’t know what he was talking about. He told me he needed cups. Cups? So I asked him, ‘What kind of cups?’ David and his brother played hockey, and so what he was talking about was jockstraps.”
Lisbona’s instructions to his mother were precise: she was to hit up every Dollarama outlet …