Fifteen

I’m talking with an acquaintance of mine, at the end of the bar, he’s with his girlfriend, enjoying the evening.  Kids come up in the conversation.  I tell him, I have two kids.  He says, yeah, been there, done that.  I’ve got a twelve-year-old.  Holy shit, man!  A twelve-year-old?  How old are you?  He says, thirty-four.  Damn, I say.  You were young when you had your kid.  He turns to his girlfriend, says, she’s got five.  I’m looking at this girl, she’s definitely in her twenties.  Five?  Jeez.  How old are you?  She says, twenty-six.  I say, how is that possible?  Five kids?  How old were you when you had your first one?

She says, fifteen.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis.  Bartender.

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