Take Sunday, for instance. It was Meet the Parents. In a stunning turn of events, my parents were not the Fockers, her's were. We were doing brunch at my parents house so that the two families could finally meet before the wedding.
And in the middle of it all this exchange happened:
Fiancee: Oh yeah, I had to try on 35 dresses yesterday.
Grandpa: Just like a hooker, taking your clothes all
My mother threw an immediate flag on the play, but my fiancee's family got a free kick later in the day. I can't wait for the wedding. This was with everyone sober.