(I write all of this in Love for my Grandparents and Gratitude for the
entertainment they provide)
Two weeks
ago my family was on the phone with my 88-year-old grandpa (who lives by
himself and still drives, keep in mind). He was telling us about his day and
this is what he says: “I had two funerals today and each had luncheons
afterwards…” (It has been this inside joke amongst us that we are convinced he
goes to these funerals for the luncheons) “but I didn’t eat at the second one
because I was still too full from the first.” Needless to say, my family was
laughing hysterically after we got off the phone with him.
A few days
later, my mom comes home after work on her birthday and says: “So I called my
parents on my way home from work, you know so they wouldn’t have to call me
later. I have a conversation with them and they say nothing. So I say ‘Anyways,
I was just calling so you won’t have to call me later because it’s my
birthday.’ “ It had completely slipped their minds for the day because they
were worried about their refrigerator that broke. Granted, they had somewhat of
an excuse because they were planning on celebrating it when we got there a few
days later.
We show up
at their house last Friday after a full day of driving and I’m wearing a SAO Comfort
Color pocket T-shirt. Now, he runs/manages the Comfort Color dying factory
(yes, still working at 78) and so of course immediately notices that it's one
of his shirts. So it sparks conversation and I tell him that the Comfort Color,
especially the pocket Ts, are very popular amongst the Greek Community in the
South. He says, “Are they? I notice that we send a lot of the pocket tees down South
and I asked they guy where they go and he said to Greek Life. But I didn’t
really know that there were that many down there.” So I go on to tell him that
good chunk of UGA’s population is Greek and he still stands in amazement that
there are that many. So the next morning he says to my sister, “I mean, Avery
had to confirm it, but I would have never believed there are that many Greeks
in the South.” She says, “Grampy, its not Greek like the ethnicity, its Greek
like Fraternity and Sorority.” He definitely thought people from Greece.
Once
afternoon, we were playing Bocce ball. It was my dad and I versus my mom and my
grampy. So I’m counting up points after a turn and my dad and I obviously got 3
points. After I say how many points, he said “You got 2, don’t be a pig” in a
half serious half joking manner, only loud enough for me to hear it.
He’s a jokester that one. All the
time, he tells my sister and I he graduated (he didn't go to college) from PU University. He tells us to hold our tongue and say “Molasses”. I dare you to try
it. And I heard this one out of him this week too: “I’m a fart smella” (smart
fella). He loves to gives us a hard time, especially my sister. And last but
not least, before we left, my sister sees the Hangover in their movie cabinet.
He’s seen it! Too funny!
