A little interlude between the Captain and his 82 year old Grandmother (who really is sharp as a tack, is in great health and will probably out live all of us).
Grandmother: I have a favor but will you tell me if you can't do it?
Captain: Of course I'll do it. What is it?
Grandmother: You may not want to do it.
Captain: Just tell me what it is.
Grandmother: I want you to be honest with me.
Captain: WHAT IS IT?
Grandmother: Will you take my car to the body shop for an estimate?
Captain: What happened to your car?
Grandmother: Well, I hit your Aunt G's mailbox when I was turning in the driveway and I scratched the side all up.
Captain: OK, they can fix that.
Grandmother: Well, there was another little incident.
Captain: The same time you hit the mailbox?
Grandmother: Well no. A few days later, I hit a brick pillar and knocked the side view mirror off.
Captain: They can fix both of those things at once.
Grandmother: OK good. Do you mind helping me get that fixed?
Captain: No problem.
Grandmother: OK. I have one more favor.
Captain: What is that?
Grandmother: Can I drive your truck while mine is in the shop?
Captain: I'm thinking I don't want you driving my truck....
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Maybe consider a rental?
I'm rambling about absolutely not, blah blah blah
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4 Wanna' ramble too?:
Doesn't her insurance pay for a rental?
Bless Grandma, the demolition driver.
i had no idea you knew grandma mazur.
Hm. She sounds a little like Grandma Mazur.
Darn it. The pooping chicken beat me to it. It's not funny now.
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