One time my mom told me a story about how, back in the day, she was on a date with some guy (not my dad... actually, who knows, maybe it was my dad). He wanted to hold hands with her under the table. Instead, she put gum in his hand. I don't know if it was already chewed-up gum, but in my head it is. I kind of judged her when she told me that story ( Read more... )