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
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Glasses
Bob is in the bathroom and I can hear him saying, "Oh gosh, oh wonderful, oh me." "What's the problem?" I call out. "I dropped my glasses and their case in the toilet." "Did you already pee???" "Yeah," comes the forced reply. After a few seconds, Bob enters the living room. Wide-eyed I say, "I really hope you washed those off." "Yeah, but I had to fish them out with my hand." I partially tuned out his response; I was more focused on the wet spot forming around his shirt pocket.
