A broken promise
I know I promised no more FtG stories, but this is too good not to share.
FtG attended a friend’s birthday party over the weekend. The birthday girl had asked m’colleague to attend in what FtG describes as ‘my full Goth setup’. It being a request from the birthday girl, she gladly complied.
It transpired that Birthday Girl was using her party as a chance to introduce her girlfriend to her parents for the first time.
Birthday Girl met FtG outside and walked her in. The parents’ faces were, apparently, a picture - as was FtG’s when she was introduced only as “No, this isn’t H_____.” The parents looked so relieved.
She regaled us with this tale today, laughing at the parents’ initial reaction and recovery.
“That’s brilliant.” I commented.
“In what way?”
“Well, after the initial shock of a six foot Goth, they’d have warmed to H_____ even if she’d walked in smeared in the blood of innocents.”
There was a short pause as FtG realised she’d been a mere pawn in a very cunning plan.
“You’re right. That is brilliant.”
Hats off to FtG’s friend.