Bob and I were sitting in the family room watching "Mayberry" (The Andy Griffith Show), when all of a sudden I found myself in this conversation:
Bob: "Who was Hannibal Lecter?"
Gray: "A cannibal"
Bob: "I know he was Hannibal."
Gray: "No, a cannibal. Hannibal Lecter was a cannibal."
(a short pause)
Bob: "Hannibal was a cannibal." (longer pause) "And wasn't he from Spain?"
Gray: (turning my head) "What???"
Bob: "You know...He was the guy who had the elephants."
Gray: "What are you even saying?" "Oh wait...You're talking about the Phoenician general Hannibal from Roman times. Hannibal Lecter is completely different from him."
Bob: "Oh OK. Yeah, that Hannibal." "Hannibal the cannibal."
Gray: (hand to face)
Context:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hannibal
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hannibal_Lecter
Bob is my 80 year old grandfather, but I call him Bob instead of grandfather. Always have. I moved from my parent's house in January 2010 to Bob's house. Bob is eccentric, even as far as old men go. I always appreciated it, but I was never quite exposed to it this much. Now, I want everyone to know about my experiences. You may laugh, but I shake my head. All of these short stories are true. They are not fabricated or exaggerated. They are Bob at his finest. If 'finest' is the right word
