One summer day When I was fifteen my mom sent over to my granny’s house to help her go shopping. I had brought my friend Joe and granny had her friend Maggie join us. We set off to the mall.
My granny looks like Mrs. Howell off of Gilligans Island if any of you remember that show. She was about five foot five, small boobs-b cup I think, bottle blonde hair. She was very upscale classy looking lady. Her friend Maggie was much the same way.
We must have a million stores that day.