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
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Honey
Most Thursday nights, Bob takes me to KFC. On one particular outing, he instructed me to go to the register and get him some honey packets. I should have refused, but I didn't know he would spend the remainder of the meal poking holes in the packets with his fork and sucking all the honey out of them into his mouth. For "dessert", he ingested about ten of those packets. Bob the bumble bee.
