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By Carin Z.
Grandma’s Worst Date Ever: The Cat Called It
Grandma had been set up on a date with a man named George by her friend Patti. George arrived to pick grandma up at her parent’s house and while she was introducing George to her parents her gentle mannered cat’s hair sprang up on his back and he began to hiss at George. Grandma quickly apologized for her cat’s behavior and joked that maybe it was a sign.
George was a gentleman opening doors for her and pulling out her chair at the Italian restaurant where they went for dinner. Grandma has always had the gift of gab and was guiding the conversation when George noticed that Grandma was talking more than she was eating. George looked at Grandma and stated “At my home we are members of the clean plate club”. Grandma was a bit taken back by George’s rudeness, but didn’t miss a beat when she replied “At my home we believe in doggy bags”. George didn’t say anything more about Grandma’s eating and the rest of the evening went pretty smoothly.
Two days later George called to see if Grandma wanted to go out again. Grandma hadn’t had the best time on the first date, but had a soft heart so she told George that she was going out that day with her sister to the movies, but that he was welcome to come along. At the theater Grandma made the decision that she would not be going out with George again. He sat stone still and smelled of body odor and garlic, assumingly from the dinner two nights prior. When Grandma told the friend who’d set them up about the date her friend told her that she knew that George was socially awkward and did not have many friends, that Grandma had friends, and she was hoping that Grandma could pull him out of his shell. Sufficient to say Grandpa’s name was not George.
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