So me and Jesse were enjoying our meal at one of my favorite dining establishments: Chili's, while I was calmly enjoying my cheese steak sandwich, which was quite messy but very tasty, one of the hostesses came running down the isle in which we were sitting, disrupting all of the local, unexpected consumers who were casually enjoying their meals. When she came around she immediately caught my attention for one because she was being abnormally loud, but more significantly she was shouting my name. "Is there a Derrick Alston here," screamed the young hostess. Dismayed I responded to her call and notified her that I was indeed Derrick Alston.
Once I had informed her that I was who she was looking for, she proceeded to clue me in as to what was going on."Derrick, I just received a call that your fiancee is in labor at the local Baptist Hospital, and you should get over there immediately," she breathlessly exclaimed. I could only imagine what was going through her head, considering I was sitting in Chili's with my girlfriend eating dinner, and she was informing about my pregnant fiancee.

At this point I'm a little nervous, and I'm thinking that she had just informed the wrong Derrick Alston with urgent news! I informed her that I didn't have a fiancee and she certainly wasn't pregnant. However, being the quick witted person that I am (wow that was conceited, but kinda funny...maybe not) I realized that the reason this woman had just told me that my (non-existent) fiancee was about to have a baby, was because only 5 Minutes earlier she received a phone call from my step-father and mother, who decided that they wanted to play a practical joke on their sweet young son (I know what your thinking, but I gotta give myself something here lol) who was enjoying a meal with his beautiful girlfriend (actually the only true compliment I've stated this whole post!)Good Times,
Derrick
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