My son loves to razz me. He brought his laundry over at chow time. He is walking in the door and yells out "the 1970's want their palette back" referring to our color choices for painting the house.
Later in the evening, I asked him if he took his friend that is a young woman out.
He said, "yes".
"Where did you take her?"I asked.
A very long pause on his part. His face is starting to do contortions he can't control.
He finally said, "Mickey D's".
I said to him, "That's 60'ish. Mickey D's after dark".