>>Of course, the whole point of both trips was for the kids to get some idea of what Mom does when she's away from home.
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>You didn't take them to strip joints did you!?

That reminds me of a great story. I used to work for an insurance company in the head office. We had managers (all males at that time) coming in from the branch offices across Canada for a meeting. The guy who had charge of their entertainment this time around was the property manager Don Plummer. He was completely hairless due to some childhood illness or something. He had no hair, no eyebrows - absolutely hairless. Anyway, he was also extremely religeous. Worked very hard for his church, and a real family guy. The out of towners, of course, wanted to go to strip shows. He didn't want to have anything to do with that, but he was stuck. He was the kind of guy who had never been to one and had no interest in ever going to one.

When the time came, he got a list of 3 places from the Auto manager Roger. They went to the first place, and apparently had to go up a flight of stairs where they were met by a hostess who said to him, "Your regular table, Mr. Plummer?" I wish now that I'd been there, but from what I was told, he just about choked and spent the entire show protesting that he'd never been there before. Afterward, they went to the 2nd place and again, he got, "Your regular table, Mr. Plummer". Anyway, this happened at all three places and he just about died of embarrassment. Roger had phoned all three places and arranged the little joke. Don was so easy to describe and to spot.

One great practical joke. I wish I'd thought of it.