Salad Opinions

This past weekend, I drove down to Oliver, British Columbia to celebrate the birthday of a close friend. While there, I partook of a potluck feast put on by my friend's relatives and church members.

I had just finished a heaping plate of provisions, and was returning for more. As I reached for a few more scoops of luscious taco salad, a nice elderly lady started talking to me. It went something like this:

Lady: Where are you from?
Me: Kelowna.
Lady: What's your name?
Me: Tyler Quiring.
Lady: Tyler Kwyee?
Me: Quiring.
Lady: How old are you? 20? 25?
Me: Yeah, 20.
Lady: You must be married then.
Me: No, not yet.
Lady: Well you should come to the Oliver church, you'd find yourself a treasure.
Me: Yeah, who knows?

The lady then turned from me to a young woman, and had this conversation:

Old Lady: What was your name again?
Young Lady: Nina.
Old Lady: What is that short for?
Nina: (Said the name, which I forget).
Old Lady: Well that's a fitting name for such a cute girl.
Nina: Thank you, you're very sweet.
Old Lady (to both of us): Well have more food. These are beautiful salads, and there's plenty left.

Then the lady moved on to speak with other people.

The End.