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, April 4, 2010
Old Food
Today, I went in the fridge to find some mustard for my sandwich. I just happened to check the expiration date which said 9-12-1996. I informed Bob that his mustard dated back to Bill Clinton's first term in office, and he scoffed, "Oh, those expiration dates are big scams to get you to buy more food." Or to keep you alive.
