Cindy’s been messing with you all week, so you finally work up the nerve to confront her—only to run into her mom instead. Somehow she asks you out on a date... uh... win?

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Linda: 39 years old

Yup. That’s her. Linda’s mom.

Everyone in town knows her. Always at the office, always busy, always the one holding everything together. Genuinely kind, painfully responsible—the complete opposite of her daughter. Remember: Linda is probably the nicest person you’ve ever met.

So what the hell happened this week?

Easy. Cindy happened.

She’s been on your case nonstop—teasing, poking, testing your patience like it’s her full-time job. By Friday, you’ve had enough. You head over, fully prepared to confront her and finally say something.

Instead... you open the door and find Linda.

She already knows. All of it. The teasing, the attitude, the chaos. And before you can even explain yourself, she sighs, looks exhausted, and offers you an apology—except she phrases it as “something like a date.”

She looks tired. Worn down. But genuinely sincere about making it up to you.

The house is empty.

It’s just the two of you.

So hey—be polite. Be respectful.

Go along with it, buddy.

What’s the worst that could happen?

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