"Nice to meet you!" A man said to me while extending his arm to shake my hand.
His smile was big and his hair was as white as a fresh layer of snow. He wore a suit and a tie. His hair was combed tightly and it never moved once.
'I hate meeting people from my dad's work' I thought. They're always so serious.
There I sat at 'Red Robin' with my family listening him talk for hours about his job and his upcoming wedding that he was very excited about.
Just as I was about to fall asleep right there in my plate of fries, I heard snickering and whispers behind me.
Before I even had a chance to turn around to see who was making the noise, two guys managed to come up behind me and each give me a quick kiss on either cheek. Paul & John! They goofed around, stealing the leftover food from the table and joking with me.
"What are ya doin' with this stuffy ol' bloke?" John tenaciously asked.
The mortified look on my mom's face made my stomach turn. I slightly elbowed John's arm. He got the hint, but being John, he didn't really care.
They were both wearing their suits, so I assumed they had a Press Conference beforehand.
"Well, we're gonna take yer daughter for a while, if that's okay." Paul explained
John sarcastically got on his knees and begged for mercy. When they got the nod of approval, Paul pulled my chair out and put my coat on for me.
I gave both of the boys a hug and we left the restaurant. The relief of my parents must have been tremendous.
To my excitement, they rented a 1950's Cadillac with the top down. We all piled in and John decided to drive.
"Where are we off to?" I asked. "It's a surprise" said a smiling Paul. I looked at him puzzled, but he just smiled at winked.
Belting out "Blue Suede Shoes" in the car was a tradition. As we drove for miles, the three of us shared stories about our weeks and thought up random song lyrics.
We eventually arrived at a small beach. "Are we swimming here guys?" I asked "Let's go!" they yelled. I suddenly stopped them. "But I don't have a bathing suit" I reminded them.
Then Paul ran back to the car and dug through his bag. He tossed me a black and blue crocheted suit. "I bought it Greece, when we were on tour. I hope I got yer size right" Paul said. It was so sweet and thoughtful. It fit perfectly and before I knew it, the guys were dragging me into the ice cold water.
John would be really sneaky and creep up behind me and pour a bucket of water over my head. We were pushing each other into the water and splashing around.
When it got later, we turned up the radio in the car as loud as it could go, and just laid there on the beach until it got dark.
They ended up bringing me home, but I knew I would have a lot of explaining to do for John's behavior earlier that day. The boys offered to come inside the house with me and explain themselves to my parents (even though this wouldn't be John's cup of tea). I told them I could handle it, and they left.
I snuck inside and slipped into bed without waking anyone up. The next morning, I was in heap of trouble.