We're at Fred Meyer, getting my Grandpa a table. We surround the display table, looking at structural integrity and appearance.
G-pa: I like this table. (Hits top)
G-ma: What're you looking for, Clair?
G-pa: This table. We're going to buy it.
G-ma: What table?
G-pa:...
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Getting a Table
George is my Grandma's older brother, Jean is her older sister. They're both in their upper 80s...
G-ma: Are you my George?
Me: No, I'm Nate.
G-ma: You're Nate?...Well where's Jean?
Me: I don't know, Grandma. Maybe Washington?
George is about 60 pounds heavier than me Grandma, and a foot and a half shorter. Jean hasn't left her apartment in 6 years, cuz she's a little...off, like you.
G-ma: Are you my George?
Me: No, I'm Nate.
G-ma: You're Nate?...Well where's Jean?
Me: I don't know, Grandma. Maybe Washington?
George is about 60 pounds heavier than me Grandma, and a foot and a half shorter. Jean hasn't left her apartment in 6 years, cuz she's a little...off, like you.
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