Getting Hit On

[After Mom and I came back from Tom’s Drive In]

Me: “Guess what dad?! I just got hit on by a guy I used to go to middle school with!”

Dad: “I don’t know if I want to hear this and you probably shouldn’t be this excited…”

Me: “No, you’re missing the point! I got hit on by a guy that I knew for a fact wasn’t in his 30s, or 40s, or 50s, or 60s! That makes it not creepy!”

[Dad blushes]

Me: “Oh, Dad; I’m sure you don’t flirt or hit on people less than a third your age.”

Dad: “Okay. Yes.”

[Mom walks past]

Mom: “You better not be hitting on anyone.”