After picking up my 72-year-young mother at LAX, we arrived at my apartment in West Hollywood. Walking up the steps to my building, me carrying her huge luggage (bigger than her 5’2” frame I think) and her struggling with her large carry-on, a handsome, shirtless young man approaches us and offers his help to her as he opens the door to the building. Her response to him: “Oh thank you, I just flew in from Louisiana and just can’t carry this up those steps.” Then she turns to me and whispers: “He’s very cute and so nice.” I whisper back: “And very straight.” Her response: “Oh, that’s a shame, bless his heart.” That’s my mom…
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