While making conversation with Joe and Dot tonight at dinner, I told them that my little cousin was elected Prom Queen.
They seemed impressed, so I had to add to my bragging rights to tell them that my nieces, Claire and Dana, and my nephew, Todd, were all nominated to be in their Royalty Courts as well.
Everyone went back to eating their dinner in silence, so I figured that the conversation was over.
Until Joe said: “Isn’t there a rule that says that you’re supposed to have sex on prom night?”
Dot and I both just about choked on our Rice-a-Roni.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing so I asked, “What’s that you said, Joe?”
Joe: “I was saying that most folks have SEX on PROM NIGHT!”
Dot: “No they don’t!”
Joe: “Yeah they do. It’s a rule.”
Dot: “Whose rule?”
Joe: “I don’t remember, but I’m pretty sure it’s in the Bible or something.”
Joe added sheepishly: “Well, I’m just saying…”
Dot: “So who was your date to the prom, Joe?”
Joe: “It was you, wasn’t it?”
Joe: “Weren’t you my date, Dot?”
Dot glared at him.
Joe grinned at me and then looked down at his plate: “Whoops.”