Oh. My. God. Vivid flashback (was only two weeks ago, but this jogged the memory)

My 22-yo son was on a dating site similar to Tinder but I can’t recall the name (wasn’t Tinder but it wasn’t one I’ve heard of previously but apparently is sort of a big deal with millennials) and we were driving somewhere. We start talking about random things when we stopped for lunch, and his phone beeps a notification signal.

He picks up the phone, looks quickly at the screen, then starts laughing hysterically. He hands me his phone and says ‘read this!’, still laughing so hard tears are forming in his eyes.

I kid you not, it was from some random girl; she and he had been making small talk and she says ‘so who did you vote for? I’d like to meet, but before we go any further, I need to ask. My moral character won’t allow me to meet with anyone that voted for Satan.’

He gathered his composure and proceeded to light her on fire. En fuego. The whole time he’s still laughing and asking me for poignant talking points to make her head fucking spin.

While we’re finishing lunch, she fumbled with words, virtues, and an inferiority complex that would make Freud flip in his grave. He is now taking great joy from her evisceration and finished up the conversation with a Pepe pic in a MAGA hat.

She blocked him and we were both now laughing so hard we were crying. The waitress came over and asked what was so funny; to which he replied ‘I don’t think I can tell you, for fear of turning your virtue signal into a pile of dust.’

Waitress whispers, and I quote ‘please! These morons in our generation make me want to puke! I voted for Trump and I’m tired of being told what to say and think and do!’

My son wound up with waitresses number and they’ve gone out for the last couple weeks.