Okay so one day my parents were fighting in the city because my dad kept going on about sex. She told him if he wasn’t willing to wait he wasn’t worth it. Walked away, never being in the city before and had no idea where she was going.
My dad followed her of course going on and on about how he wanted her to give it up. He happened to meet one of his friends he hasn’t seen in years, wanted to get his number, told her to wait, she said “I don’t give a fuck, bye!”
He stayed a few minutes before running after her saying “please just let me bring you to the bus station, let me help you!” She told him to go fuck himself she doesn’t need his help she’ll be fine.
So he stops her at this corner of Manhattan beside this guy in roller skates hanging out with his friend like “please blah blah give me a chance!”
He suddenly gives her this deer in the headlights kind of look and says, “Eileen, I know you’re upset and everything but this is John F Kennedy Jr.!!” and my mom straight up told him, “I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF IT’S THE POPE OF ROME!”
And that is the story of how my parents made John F Kennedy Jr. laugh his ass off on a corner of Manhattan.