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
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Rude Boy
Bob has a cell phone. Well, sort of. He leaves it in the charger all day and has never taken it anywhere. He uses the eraser-side of an orange pencil to push the buttons because his fingers can't. He "doesn't know how" to receive calls; he only uses it for outgoing calls. So, I suppose I shouldn't feel too guilty for secretly purchasing Rihanna's "Rude Boy" to be his default ringtone. Don't tell him.
