June 27, 2011 @ 9:53 pm
This is a true story my grandmother told me as a child: Grandma was a teenager during prohibition, living in Pennsylvania. Her family owned a vinyard, and by law they were only allowed to make wine for the church. Even though it was illegal, they made extra to sell to the cathouse down the road. Under the cover of night, grandma would function as a lookout. The son of the whoremaster would drive over and make the pickup. After a few visits, the son asked grandma out to dinner. He took her to a dark, remote restaurant and ushered her to a table in the shadows. Sitting at the table, grandma burst out in tears. She thought that her father sold her off to the cathouse proprietor to work as a whore, and that she was being taken away for good. But it turned out they were just out on a date! Boy, did they have a good laugh!