Grandpas are Special

There was this loving grandfather who always made a special effort to spend time with his son’s family on weekends.  Every Saturday morning he would take his 7-year-old granddaughter out for a drive in the car for some quality time — pancakes, ice cream, candy… just him and his granddaughter.

One particular Saturday, however, he had a bad cold and really didn’t feel like being up at all.  He knew his granddaughter always looked forward to their drives and would be disappointed.  Luckily, his wife came to the rescue and said that she would take their granddaughter for the drive and breakfast.

When they returned, the little girl anxiously ran upstairs to see her grandfather who was still in bed.  “Well, did you enjoy your ride with grandma?” he asked.  “Not really, Papa, it was really boring.  We didn’t see a single asshole, queer, lesbian, piece of crap, horse’s ass, liberal pinko, blind bastard, dipshit, Muslim camel humper, or son of a bitch anywhere we went!”

Both of my grandfathers were dead before I was born.  Have the impression that this woudldn’t be the story, but I’ll never know.