I mean sometimes I think they do. The other day my grandfather(87)asked me the same questions in the same order over again.
Went like this:
Him: Where’s your wife?
ME: Shes at work
Hime: Where we going?
Me: Outback Steakhouse
Him: Where your other daughter?
Me : She is at home sick
Him: How old is she?
Me: 14
Then he paused for a second and he started again with:
Him: Where’s your wife?
ME: Shes at work
Hime: Where we going?
Me: Outback Steakhouse
Him: Where your other daughter?
Me : She is at home sick
Him: How old is she?
Me: 14
Now my 8 year old daughter in the back seat about half way through the second of questions starts giggling and finally says “you’re funny Papa.” Then even I start giggling and then I saw him out the side of my eye he was giggling too.
So it got me thinking maybe old people do this stuff on purpose to mess with us for kicks. I mean really when you get old you really can’t do that much but it is fun to mess with peoples heads. And maybe this has been going for years his grandparents messed with him so now he is going to do it to his offspring. It sure sounds like fun definetely better than watching reruns of Lawrence Welk.
What do you think? Do you think some old people do that type of stuff on purpose just to get a kick out of rileing us?
Someone, think it was Dave Barry, tells the story of an old lady who used to like planting the end of her cane down on some poor young person’s shoe at a party. When he tried discreetly to free himself by edging away, she’d follow right along, looking blissfully ignorant.
Gives me something to look forward to as an old duffer, I reckon.
Max, my grandpa does that with his cane. He’ll just plant it on someone’s foot, usually mine. And it’s usually when I’m wearing shoes that don’t offer protection against evil canes. ouch
Heck, I’m not that old and I like to play with younger people’s minds. In gym class, I’m one of the few seniors, and a lot of the freshman flock around me even though they’re convinced I’m insane. I randomly say things to them to confuse them, and it’s fun.
It’s weird that you mentioned this. I’ve always told myself that this is exactly what I’m going to do when I get older. I’m also going to make my grandkids call me “Old-School”. (No, not refer to me as Old-school, i mean that will be my name to them, such as: “Hey Old-school could you please pass the salt?”)
Well, I plan on acting just like Diana Trent from Waiting for God. Or Maxine, the old bitch from the Crabby Road Hallmark cards (to whom I neglected to attribute my sig).
My step-ma who works in NJ (near Exchange Place) told me about an old man that was sitting on a bench. She was walking around the area during lunch and there is a bench in front of that big Colgate clock that is over there in Exchange Place. There was an old man sitting on the bench in front of the GIANT Colgate clock and he asked her “Excuse me, what time is it?” Not wanting to be rude she didn’t want to look up at the GIANT clock right behind him or say “there’s a clock right behind you,” so she looked down at her watch and told him the time. The man burst out in laughter and yelled “There’s a big clock right there” and pointed to it. The guy just thought that was the funniest thing. I bet he’d been sitting there doing it all day.
I know I plan to mess with the kid’s and grandkid’s heads when my time comes. I already have a plan, too. Assuming I will be in a wheelchair (who knows, I might break a hip or something)I will start rolling slowly across the parking lot each and every time the kids’backs are turned. I just hope I will be able to keep a straight face.
Hell, I’m not waiting. I’m acting crazy NOW. However, I am leaving room to act even crazier. I’ve told my daughter that I plan to grow up to be Grandma Mazur, from Janet Evanovitch’s numbered (One for the Money, High Five, etc.) series. My daughter always turns pale when I say this. Because, you see, she KNOWS me, and knows I’m capable of it.
