At the end of the school year one of the students on my bus decided to invite me out for drinks. Here is how that conversation went...

Fifteen year old boy: Ms. Liz, do you drink?

Me: *Stammering, hemming, hawing* Well yes, in social situations like weddings. (Read: Or if some guy wants to get me liquored up- I'm joking people!)

Fifteen year old boy: Would you go out with me and XXX for a drink?

Me: * Thinking of a response that won't shatter the kid's ego or be used against me in a court of law* Maybe someday when your over 21.

Fifteen year old boy: Let's see I'll be 21 in six years, and your 43 now so that will make you........

Me: *OMG! Is this kid going to tell me how old I'll be in six years?* STOP! I get the picture!

Fifteen year old boy: *Ponders* You will be 49 then.

Me: *Totally shattered and depressed at the thoughts of me being 49 yrs old in six years* I really don't think you guys are going to want to have drinks with a 49 year old. *End of discussion*