Girls

The Tuesday before Thanksgiving, we were in the car going out to dinner (to a restaurant that serves Chicken Fried Steak, of course). We were going on Tuesday because we wouldn't be going out for Thanksgiving. While we were in the car, Dad asked us to take him some where he could meet some girls.

"I need to meet some girls."

I asked why he needed to meet some girls.

"I need to marry a girl."

Rather than say my instant response of "As opposed to a boy?" I asked him why he needed to marry a girl.

"My parents told me to marry a girl."

My husband asked him when his parents told him that.

"A couple of days ago."

I reminded him that he has been married 53 years to Mom.

"In that case, I don't need to marry a girl."