Sunday night, my friend was telling me about the 50th Wedding Anniversary party that all the siblings had planned for their parents. The party was this past Saturday. A great restaurant had been booked, all of their closest friends invited, and a limo was scheduled to pick their parents up at their door and whisk them off to the restaurant for the event. Everything went off without a hitch.
The party was spectacular, the decor elegant and the food remarkable. The parents danced happily, laughing among their friends and family. The siblings were pleased with the surprise they had pulled off and thrilled that the evening was such a success.
Then my friend said to me, "The limo driver was realllly cute. After the party, I did him in the back of the limo."
This coming from my uber-conservative friend.
I said, "Yeah, whatever. Please. You wouldn't do anyone until you knew full well what their intentions were, what your future together looked like and whether or not they wanted kids. So don't give me that crap. You didn't do anyone in any limo."
"Yeah, you're right." my friend sighed, "and I probably would have wanted to know when we were getting married."
"Exactly, and the driver would have been like, 'married? Get the hell out of my car' and you would have made a scene in the limo and that is so not how a limo should be used."
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