I have a lot of family in Florida and when I was younger, I'd visit my grandparents every summer vacation for YEARS. I remember back when I was about 8 years old, my Granddad dropped me, my Grandma, my brother, and my 2 cousins at Checkers while he was parking the car. While we were waiting for him, a lonely woman in her 40's walked up to us and decided to tell us a sob story about how hard it is to live. This story probably would've worked on other people, but my Grandma kept making mean faces and sticking her tongue out to us because she wasn't having it. Finally the woman decided to share:
"My husband, that piece of crap, god rest his soul, just died in a car crash last Tuesday."
My grandma retorted with:
"Oh yeah? My husband died in 'Nam."
The Granddad in this story that's parking the car is my Grandma's second husband. Her first husband (who has our genetics) was a Vietnam vet and unfortunately died in 1966. Since then, her second husband has raised all of her kids and grandkids. But at this time in the story, he's still parking the car. my The other woman was COMPLETELY stunned and had NOTHING else to say. She tried to ask for change and my Grandma stopped her saying "Listen, I knew the moment your stank butt rolled up here you'd ask for change. I didn't give you any then, and I'm not going to give you any now."
I love my Grandma.
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