Let’s take a break from all the unemployment talk, shall we? Because lord knows I’m sick of talking about it.
(Side note: had an interview this morning for a temporary admin assistant gig. It’s not my intended career as a designer, but hey, it would pay the bills. And a designer is a detail-oriented, focused, computer-savvy office job! It’s not too far a stretch… right?)
So it was my grandfather’s 72nd birthday the other day. I had already talked to my mom and my grandmother by the time I got him on the phone, so I knew all the details of his special day already, but to humor him I sweetly asked,
“So grandpa, what did you do for your birthday today?”
Without even a pause, he replied with,
“Ohh, I fucked your grandmother.”
It’s rare that I’m shocked. And with my maternal family’s tendency toward the crude, this isn’t frighteningly novel. But I mean… WOW.
After my shocked reaction he kind of giggled and then sighed and said, “Ahhh, I wish.”