Her bag is wet, and Sam will Uber to the place

"Hi, sweetie," Joanne told her elder daughter, "how are things going on your end?"

"Not too well, Mom. My bag is soaking wet, and they had to take my coat from security 'cause there was wire mesh or something. I'm currently eating at an airport restaurant, I'll have to Uber to the place. Where is it?"

"Ummm, it's this neighborhood called Portage Park, I think? The address should be 3532 North Mozart Street."

"Thanks, Mom! I'll see you there in about an hour or so..."

"Wait!" Joanne's stern maternal instincts kicked in, "what are you wearing right now?"

"My shoes and socks," Sam replied smarmily, her body warming up.

"Please get something to wear at the airport, I'll comp you. Mrs. Walkowicz will not like what you're wearing, trust me!"

"Yeah, whatever mom, see ya!" Sam interjected before hanging up. Joanne groaned.

Sam mulled over what her mom had said, and debated getting clothes at the airport. That might be a good idea regardless of tonight's host.