my valentines story

So my dad and I carpool to work together, and this morning I asked him what he’s getting my mom for valentine’s day. Since he’s not very observant on what’s trending in the world aside from politics, on the ride home we ran around trying to find stuff to get my mom.

He thought to call up a local restaurant we know to order some soft-shell crab. It’s called “Chinese American Restaurant”, and ya know, typing that into my iphone will provide little results, so I asked what street it was on.

“It’s on Bissonnet…probably around, number eighty-eight hundred?…no, it’s probably around 9000. It actually might be over 9000…”

Yes i am a very mature adult. happy vday yall.