A woman and a young lady sat at the table next to me at the Holiday Hotel. They looked to be mother and daughter with the daughter probably twenty years old.
“Bianca, are you going to tell him or am I going to have to do it?” the mother asked.
“I’ll tell him, mom,” the girl said. “I just don’t want to spoil Dad’s vacation. You know how upset he can get about my boyfriends.”
“Don’t worry about it,” her mother said. “This time it’s very important that you let him know the situation.”
A man, obviously the father, came to their table with coffee and cinnamon rolls for everyone.
The girl said, “Dad. I need to tell you something.”
The father looked at her in silence for a few moments and then said, “I hate to ask what it is. Every time in your life that you have said that to me it cost me money.”
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she said. “The thing is that Mike has asked me to marry him and I said yes.”
“Mike, is he the skinny little geek or the football player?”
“He’s the one that plays football. Dad, he is so nice when you get to know him. He will make a great son-in- law for you.”
“A great son-in-law?” the father repeated. “I don’t care about that. What I want to know is does he have money?”
“Oh, Pop,” she said. “You men are all alike. That’s the first thing he asked me about you, too.”
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