A Pee-Wee basketball practice at a local park on a beautiful warm and sunny Sunday afternoon.  My mother decided to come along.

All good.

Until she sat on a bench right next to this guy, (approximately my age) who was already knee deep in conversation with another young lady about a new girl he was dating.  My mother, who of course, was listening in, waited about five or so minutes and proudly said she had heard enough.  Her question to him still echoing in my mind, simply queried, “Look…is she good in bed?”

Guess I won’t be going back to that park.