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
Friday, January 7, 2011
Lazy
I enter the house to find Bob sitting in his recliner watching TV. As I take a seat on the couch, he tells me, "While I was sitting here earlier, I spilled half a bowl of cereal in my lap and down my leg, bran flakes, milk, and all." "That stinks. Did you wash yourself off?" "Well, I ate the bran flakes and I'm dry now, so..." He shrugs.
