Mean story...
A girl I went to junior high with with a similar figure to Quasimodo (total exaggeration, she's not that bad)....but she was working at a fabric store. My mother went to the store when I was a freshman in high school....I stayed in the car with my dad. My mother and said female were talking *(she was a very nice girl). My mom returned to the car and told me to go say hi. I told her I didn't care to talk with her, but my mom pressed me on the issue...so I went in. We made small talk and I returned the car. My mom started asking me all these questions about her....as if to try to set me up with her. I had no interest.......I told her, "She's going to be attending Notre Dame in the Spring...." My mom replied, "Really? That's wonderful. What's she majoring in?" I replied, "Nothing...they just need her to ring the bell." My dad lost it.
