Grandma smiled proudly. “Oh darling, in my time relationships were pure, respectful, and meaningful.”
Granddaughter: “Wow… so just one?”
Grandma: “Well… one for dancing, one for poetry, one for motorcycle rides, one who played guitar, one rich boy for restaurant dinners…”
Granddaughter: “GRANDMA!”
Grandma: “What? We didn’t call them ‘boyfriends’ back then.”
Granddaughter: “What did you call them?”
Grandma sipped her tea calmly.
“Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Weekend.”
