arm candy

My family invited my grandmother out for dinner, and when we drove to below her block my mum asked my younger brother to go and escort her downstairs. He turned in his seatbelt and gave her a LOOK.

I said, 'You couldn't make me to do something like that even if you threatened me with the worst thing I could think of, like extra exams.' What I really wanted to say was 'for love or money', but come to think of it love would be the ONLY thing that would make me want to escort someone, apart from money. I would gladly do it for fifty bucks. But I can't speak Hakka and I nearly can't speak Chinese, so my grandmother is a special case. i.e. NO WAY.

But my brother went, and when he came down with my grandmother they were both smiling like crazy he was hiding a pack of raspberry chocolate in his shorts. Awwww. 'Gentleman!' we greeted him. RI has trained him well. And if common home patterns are anything to judge by he's stuck with this job for the rest of their lives, may he accumulate a mountain of raspberry chocolate in reward for his labour.

Me, I don't do escort -- not even for raspberry chocolate. Though I might consider it if you offered me a donut.