Mother’s Day madhouse trying to get some kind of takeout dinner together, but the Afghan place is slammed and outright cancels our order, while the pita place resembles nothing so much as the Citadel from Mad Max Fury Road before Max and Furiosa took down Immortan Joe. More and more of us look like Joe these days, pained human eyes hovering over the blank ferocity of black fabric or medical blue or the Cubs logo reproducing the planes of the cheekbones, hugging the chin, pinching the nose. Everyone seizes his plastic bag and rushes home to mother. Don’t be late.