[Skipton]

So Much In Common​

A woman is walking through Kings Park when she sees a very attractive man sitting on a park bench.
He's reading a book and eating some fruit. The woman gathers the courage to go ask the man out.
So, she walks over and takes a seat next to him on the bench, turns to him and says,
"Sorry to bother you. I know this may be a little forward, but I would love to grab coffee with you some time."
Flattered, the man responds, "Sure, but what makes you so certain you and I would get along so well?"
"Well..." the woman says. "A couple things, actually. I noticed you were wearing a Marilyn Manson t-shirt.
Marilyn Manson is my favourite. In 1999 my parents took me to see them in Perth.
I was 12 years old, and it was the first concert I ever went to. I absolutely love Marilyn Manson."
The man can't believe it. "I saw them in '99! First concert I ever went to.
My best friend Jimmy McDonald and I told our parents we were sleeping at each others houses,
snuck out, took a bus into the city and saw them play at Bassendean Oval!"
Naturally, they're both shocked.
"If that isn't weird enough," says the woman "I noticed you're reading Mark Twain.
When I at university and I actually wrote my thesis on Mark Twain and how he used satire as a lens to
comment on current events of the time, comparing him to satirical news sources of today. He's my favourite author."
Now the man is really taken aback, "Get out of here! I was an English major in university!
I specialized in 19th century American literature, and this is like my
fourth- or fifth time reading Tom Sawyer, I absolutely love Mark Twain."
They both can't believe it; this has got to be a match made in heaven.
"Ok." the woman says "Well, buckle up because here's the icing on the cake. I noticed you're eating a prune.
Prunes are my absolute favourite fruit. When I was a kid, my grandfather lived on a farm.
He had an orchard that mainly grew apples and some lemons, but he knew how much
my sister and I loved prunes, so he kept a couple of plum trees.
Every year at the end of the summer, we'd go up and harvest the plums with him.
He'd dry them and by the time we'd go back to his place for Easter he'd always have those prunes saved just for us.
They're my favourite fruit! I love prunes, you're eating a prune, this has got to be fate. What do you say?"
The man puts down his fruit and responds,
"It's a date!"