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
Showing posts with label PET ice cream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PET ice cream. Show all posts
Monday, March 22, 2010
Ice Cream
The other night, Bob took out a newly bought half gallon of PET butter pecan ice cream. I went upstairs to do some homework for a little while. By the time I get back down, I notice an empty ice cream carton in the recycling. I go into the living room to confirm my suspicions. He sheepishly replies, "I took a couple bites, and before I knew it, it was gone." By that point, I was more impressed than anything else.
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