Marjorie’s Mishap
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This was the happiest moment in Marjorie’s life. Not her own wedding day, God knows how that turned out, but the wedding of her only granddaughter, Christine.
“Oh yes dear, one of those cute little hamburgers please,” Marjorie said to the passing waiter.
“They’re called sliders ma’am, and all the au dourves have already been distributed amongst the guests. Your entree should be out in a few moments, “The waiter rattled off as he continued to walk away.
“No rush”, she said to the waiter, even though he didn’t seem the least bit interested in her aged ninety-three year old face.
She reminisced on the days of adolescence while she looked at Christine sitting next to her new husband. Although Marjorie always believed Christine to be beautiful; it was in this moment of utter bliss that she saw the outstanding resemblance between herself and her granddaughter. Oh, how she longed for the happiness that was so obviously radiating off Christine.
“Soon” she told herself. “I’m going to get me a date.”
The steak was superb and the cake was even better. Marjorie’s stomach rumbled with approval.
“Bouquet time!” Christine exclaimed with glee.
Marjorie fought against the crowd of anxious women waiting to catch the bouquet. Although it took her twice as long to reach the dance floor as the others, she was able to hold her own in the sea of young females.
“1…2…3!” Christine yelled as she heaved back the flowers over her head.
Arm, legs, shoes, and anything else imaginable went flying to catch the sacred flowers. When the recipient finally emerged from the pile of girls everyone gasped in awe as she flashed a smile.
“What? Do I have something in my teeth?” Marjorie exclaimed to the audience.
“No grandma” Christine said, “But where ARE your teeth?”
Marjorie ran her tongue against what should have been her mildly expensive Cu-Sil denture, but only felt her raw gums.
“Well…” she said with a single toothed smirk “It looks like I got me a date with a dentist.”
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