The Date

DeRay and 96-year-old Sylvia went on a date to get their toenails cut at Wal*Mart a few days ago. In setting it up, Sylvia wanted me to go. Feeling pressed for time, I begged off. “You can do what Suzanne did when they went shopping together,” I tease, “you can sit in the back seat.”

 So she did.

 DeRay was highly insulted. "Why did she do that?"

I admitted that I had planted the seed but I didn't think she would fall for it.

It’s like he’s not to be trusted; plus he thinks it looks more suspicious than if they both sit in the front seat so they can visit like normal friends.

I agree; but Victorian women are not to be thwarted.