conversation of the moment

(to more fully appreciate this, my mom is 75 and looks, and acts, like a somewhat aged version of aunt bea from the "andy griffith show.")

we're going to the movies when a super-hot 20-something woman crosses in
front of us on foot.

b1: "i'll take that for christmas."

mom (in exasperation): "oh, b1!"

b1: "it may well be your only chance to get a grandchild."

we wait and watch her sashay past.

mom: "maybe you should stick it to her."