Confusing Conversation
So, recently, I had an interesting conversation with a friend’s grandmother.Let me start with a little background. She has Alzheimer’s and it’s very advanced. Don’t take this the wrong way. Before it really set in, she was a great lady. We used to play pinochle with her and it was always good time. But now… well, yeah, she’s a little … batty. And sometimes, one can’t help but laugh, even though you know it’s probably wrong. And by "probably," I mean "is."
So, I walk into the kitchen where she is sitting at the table with one of her sons. I grab some lemonade from the fridge and am on my way out when the following conversation goes down:
Grandma: How old are you?
Sunder: Umm, Twenty-three.
Grandma: Oh, that’s great.
Grandma turns toward her son
Grandma: That means he has 4 or 5… (pause) days until he can integrate with that thing he wanted.
Sunder: Oh…. OK…
Sunder looks around somewhat nervously and after a moment’s though, decides to exit the kitchen. As he is walking through the adjoining room he hears voices in the kitchen.
Grandma: (to her son) See, now he can sit wherever he wants.
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Yeah, I tried to figure it out. Really, I did. But I got nothing. Absolutely nothing.
posted by Sunder @ 2:04 PM
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