2/15/2015

Date a Kindergartener Day

Story Sent in by Patsie:

In one of our final messages before our date, Ted asked me if I liked surprises.

"Good ones," I told him.

We met outside a restaurant, exchanged hellos, and went in. Right before I sat down, Ted slipped a whoopee cushion onto my seat.

I picked it up and handed it to him. "Nice try," I said.

He laughed it off, then immediately tried to put it back on my seat right as I sat down.

"It only works if I don't see you doing it," I told him. He gave me a disappointed look and took it back.

Less than a minute later, he leaned over to slip it into my seat… while I was still sitting. "Ted!" my patience wore thin, "Enough."

He took it back again, looking more angry than disappointed. Then came the phase of the date during which he tried to "trick" me into standing up. Among other things, he said:

"Stand up for a sec. I want to check something."

"Do you have to go to the bathroom? There's one right there."

"Does your seat seem unstable to you? You should maybe switch chairs."

"Ted!" I reprimanded him a final time, "No one is going to be sitting on your stupid whoopee cushion! Why did you even bring it?"

Then out of spite he sat on it himself. It blasted loud enough for other people to hear and Ted laughed himself silly. I'm glad one of us had fun. Only date.

4 comments:

  1. This sounds like a Family Guy episode.

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  2. Hahahaha this one was hilarious.

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  3. You only like good surprises? You only like pleasant surprises? You're too picky girls, just too damn picky.

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  4. Have I read this before or is this something that happens a lot?

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