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 weird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weird. Show all posts
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Santa Baby
Bob's taste in music is about as narrow as possible. Since I have lived in his house, Bob has popped only one CD in the CD player. It has ten tracks; all ten are Madonna's version of "Santa Baby". He will sit in his recliner and listen to the CD play all the way through. So, which is more strange? Bob listening to Christmas music in March? Or Bob listening to Madonna? How about both at the same time.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Graypo
Over the past couple weeks, Bob has developed a nickname for me. Whenever I walk in the house or enter a room, he says "Hey there, Graypo". I don't know why. I am pretty sure that it does not mean anything. I think he just decided to add "po" to the end of my name. It only bothers me a little bit, so I'll let it continue. If he ever calls me Graypo within 30 minutes of my waking up, the nicknaming will end abruptly.
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