Five Minutes

When I told Granny about Adam’s “strength” her protective instincts kicked in. “Sounds like a creep,” she huffed.

The date only lasted 30 minutes. “Ya stayed 25 minutes too long,” she said. “Ya gotta treat these encounters like one of those speed dating whatchamacallits. Ya give him five minutes to prove himself, if he’s a schlub or a freak ya say bye-bye, nice knowin’ ya, then flee.”


One Comment on “Five Minutes”

  1. Wolfie says:

    You should introduce Granny to Shitmydadsays. I think it would be quite a match


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