My dad is 67 and buys his own shoes, but apparently the guy in this story has seen a little harder living than mine:
I took my Dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes (he is 66). We decided to grab a bite at the food court.
I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him.
The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors – green, red, orange, and blue. My dad kept staring at her. The teenager kept looking and would find my Dad staring every time. When the teenager had...
Published on May 07, 2010 17:19