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 potato chips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label potato chips. Show all posts
Friday, July 30, 2010
Potato Chips
When Bob eats potato chips, he takes a handful out of the bag and stuffs them in his mouth all at once. This did not bother me until I began to notice that he would lick his entire index finger before putting his hand back into the bag. I decided I needed to say something to him when potato chips were sticking to my fi...ngers after I packed my lunch for work. Apparently, empty calories are the least of my worries.
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