That’s all well and good, but I never wanted to talk to them that long. I wanted them to wonder all night.
When the boy came in to meet me, and he did come in, and shook my hand, and he’d better shake my hand, I would look him directly in his eyes, and in my lowest, and calmest voice say “ Do you know what a Troy-Bilt Chipper Shredder is? Do anything inappropriate with, or to my daughter and I’ll use you to fertilize my garden. I’ll have great tomatoes next year, and no one will ever find you”.
My daughter, in later years, told me a lot of her dates never even tried to kiss her good night, unless she forced the issue, and she couldn’t figure out why. I finally confessed.
That’s hilarious !!