Berta and Fred Pt. 1

This is a story of two friends Berta and Fred**

Fred:   Blah, blah, blah, I like to crochet and do granny things.
Berta: We should do granny things together.
Fred:   I got some new crochet patterns. I'm going to make some hats.
Berta: Never EVER say that on a first, or second date.
Fred:   But what if I want to make my date a hat?
Berta: NEVER. Listen to me. You don't talk granny things on a first date.
Fred:   Fine. Third date?
Berta: *glares at Fred* No granny talk.

** names changed to protect the "innocent"

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