Thoughts

This may come as a surprise when I tell you that my sense of humor, at 25 years old, is lost on a woman of 75+ from a small town in Northern Michigan.

I was in a small market between Petoskey and Harbor Springs on Monday with my mother. We had decided to make dinner together as a nice treat/fun thing to do. The trip to the market was in preparation of that meal.

We had already been to the meat counter and our steaks were in the cart. At that point we were basically finished with our shopping needs and were just perusing the aisles for last minute ideas. I stopped in a refrigerated section and picked up a dessert item. Coconut-covered date rolls, or something like that. Cue the elderly woman.

Old Lady: Those are very good.
Humble Narrator: There you have it, mom. We'll be hard pressed to get a more glowing recommendation.
Mother: Have you ever tried dates?
Humble Narrator: Nope.
Old Lady: Those are very good.
Humble Narrator: You already said that, you old bat.
Mother: I didn't raise him right I guess. He grew up without dates.
Humble Narrator: (looks at old lady) Yeah, I spent a lot of Saturday nights at home.
Old Lady: Oh I see.

-Since the conversation had ended, we walked away. She followed. Apparently the conversation had not, in fact, ended.-

Old Lady: So why do you spend so many Saturdays at home?
Humble Narrator: (clearly it will be more trouble to explain the joke than try to move on) Gee, you know...I don't know.
Old Lady: You move recently?
Humble Narrator: (now thoroughly confused) That must be it.