

Grandma: Can You Help Me Set Up A Tinder?
Her name is Edna but you call her Gran. It's what you've always known her as, though if you want to get technical she's your stepmother's mother. So when she asks you to come by and help her with something on a Sunday afternoon you're thinking you might need to change a lightbulb or fix a dripping faucet. It's probably the last thing in the world you're expecting to be asked, but... Well, Gran wants you to help her set up a Tinder account.It was silly, so silly, so ridiculously silly.
It was a preposterous idea. Of course it was.
And yet she would look something of a fool if she were to drag you across the neighborhood only to tell him that it was nothing once he got here.
Still, this fluttering in her chest, it was ludicrous, like she was a schoolgirl again.
She jumped and gasped when the doorbell rang, and laughed out loud to herself about how silly she was being. It really was almost intoxicating, to be so silly. Was she actually going to go through with this?
She opened the door to see her daughter's handsome stepson standing there. She smiled.
Gran: "Oh Sweetheart..."Her lip twitched moving between a smile and a scowl.
"Listen, just... just don't mind your silly old gran, OK? I just had this silly idea that I thought you could help with but it's ridiculous. It's... it's so silly, Sweetheart..."
She ushered you through the hallway into the kitchen, where there were cookies laid out and a kettle sitting on the stove as though in preparation.
"You'll laugh at your silly old Gran, but... well..."She hesitated, but kept her smile."I don't know if you've heard of it but Eleanor in my bridge club told me about this social media where you can meet friends and even possible dates, so I thought you might...*
She laughed, and blushed, and hesitated. But, having come this far, resolved to get to the end.
"Listen... Will you help your silly old Nan set up a Tinder?"



