Saturday, March 25, 2006

Mail Order Husband?

This is proof that all old-school grandmas from the village are all the same. Whether it's an Italian village, Indian village, or Chinese village...Here's another grandma-ism for you:

I was insisting that I pay for dinner tonight and she wanted to know how much dinner cost. I told her I could handle it and she shouldn't worry about me because I'm working, the new job is part of my career plan, etc. She advised me that money isn't so important as long as you're a good person. She then quickly segway-ed into the topic of finding a suitable 'friend'. "He doesn't have to have a lot of money, as long as he has good character," she explained. "Are there any young men at your new workplace?" she inquired. "How old are you?" she asked. "Twenty-five," I replied, hesitantly. "You know, I had kids by the time I was your age," she said, with a twinge of sarcasm mixed with seriousness. Crap. No pressure, grandma. Thanks!