Whenever I go out to dinner with my octogenarian parents, at the end of the meal my mother always says “well, I hope we can do this again some time” in front of the waitress using her best “you’re a neglectful son” frail old woman tone of voice. I live with my parents.
Whenever I go out to dinner with my octogenarian parents, at the end of the meal my mother always says “well, I hope we can do this again some time” in front of the waitress using her best “you’re a neglectful son” frail old woman tone of voice. I live with my parents.