And now, here's the question.

Ola, bitches, good day to you and yours.

All right, in the early days of my wife and I dating, we obviously were not married yet, but

once we knew that it was quote unquote serious, we would occasionally go out to dinner with

my parents, right?

That's kind of the thing you do, but nothing particularly unusual about that.

Except that the first two times that we did that, the restaurant that we were at caught on fire.

Both times.

Two separate restaurants, about six weeks apart of each other.

We do not know why.

It only happened if I was with my then girlfriend and my parents.

My wife and I, we could go out of them.

No problems.

I could go out my parents.

No problems.

If we were all together, restaurants on fire, you must leave.

In neither case did we actually get our food before the restaurant burst into flames.

I do not know what that was about, but I will say this, it's not so bad when I look at some of the other things going on with other people that go on dates.

All right? I just chalk it up to a mishap.

Other people not so lucky.

For example, a woman in England, she went on a first date with a guy, and he was driving her home.

And then he got into a high-speed chase with the police.

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