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
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Sunday, December 19, 2010
Keystone
While we are eating dinner in Denny's, Bob whispers, "What's our waitress' name?" "Keisha, I think." Bob leans in, "Keystone???" "No, KEISHA." About 5 minutes later, Keisha approaches our table and asks Bob if he would like more water. Bob replies, "That would be great, Keystone." Smiling, I bury my face in my hands until she walks away. "No one would name their kid 'Keystone'... KEISHA!"
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