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 22, 2010
Underwear
Grandpa Bob enters my room while I am trying to sleep, flips on the light, and asks where I keep my underwear. I tell him I am sleeping. He goes over to my dresser and starts going through my boxers trying to find out what size my underwear is. I tell him to leave. He insists on finding out so he can buy me some more underwear. I can get my own. Getttttt outtttt..
