sometimes you just have to be an adult

Okay, so like I found myself standing outside the Bank-of-America building on California earlier, having been invited to lunch by daughter #3 (Darryl-Elizabeth) and arriving way too early to actually expect her: i.e. when I was "supposed to be there"

I found myself with a bit of time on my hands, so doing what the typical 'old-geezer' does when he doesn't want to be (a) bothered (b) noticed (c) did I say "bothered" I kind of overheard the following conversation:

"dude, check it out, yes, yes, y'all, I'm thinking I could definitely be her baby's daddy, no doubt about it"

Okay, understand, I may be an "old fart" but my eyesight is still 20-20 and my "male-ness" is intact as far as that is concerned, with all that in mind I ventured a peek over my shoulder, "ventured a peek" hell, I basically turned around to gawk, when  . . .

Uh, yeah, it was young Miss Johnson dressed like "Sunday School" and for that matter a "lunch date" with her FATHER was the last thing on her mind!

My tongue never tasted so good!