I'm going back to the first blind date, while I was in college, working part time, where the pharmacist matchmaker promises me Mr. Blind Date is tall, handsome and loaded. I was in my early 20's living w/family, my brother answers the door and yells, "Mom, your date's here!"
The date was in his forties. Since I am one inch shorter at 5'9" than the average man, tall means tall, and he was average--not bad looking, but old enough to be balding.
We go to a gator game, and it rains...then on to his place to dry off a bit. I mix 2 drinks for us at the house, the we get in the Mercedes and stop for gas, where the now doubly "loaded" date is so inebriated he floods the car.
I call the pharmacist to come get me...when he arrives I suggest we push the car away from the pump. Mr. BD says, "I've never pushed a car..." so we let him drive.
Now I'm pushing the car in the rain, and notice that bozo has his foot on the brake. I didn't say the f word back then, and I regret having missed that opportunity...but I did OK, cuz Mom taught me to swear pretty well without it.
