A day with my grandfatherI haven't had a journal in a while. So I'm writing one.I took my grandfather to the store the other day. My grandmother can't drive, and my dad doesn't like having my granddad driving, so when his car broke down because he put too much oil in it (three times too much oil in it), my dad refused to pay to fix it. So sometimes they call when they need to go somewhere, more often then not, it's the store. So, my dad asked me to take Bill, my grandfather, to the store before I go to work. Now, I'd heard some odd things about him in the past. He's 76 years old, so he's a little odd and not all there. I went and picked him up. First we went to the bank so he could get some money. He wasn't happy with the parking space I picked because we had to walk to the ATM, the space was four spaces away from the ATM, and we were the only people there. He got his money and we left. Not a big deal. I ask him what do you need to get and he pulls out a post it note. The list has three things on it: Toothbrush Cigarettes Liquor Basically the grocery list of every man in his 70's. He decided he could get the toothbrush with his smokes at Walgreens, so instead of Kroger, we went to the liquor store. He got the biggest bottle of whiskey I've ever seen. Like my head with a spout. I told my dad how big it was, and his response was "If you lived with my mother, you'd drink a lot too." Moral of the story, my grandmother is fucking crazy. |
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