Dedicated to all the Grandpas around the world.
My saturday routine is to take my grandfather, Papa to Wal-mart and I would not trade our trips for anything in the world. It is a very good thing that I am over the whole "embarrased of my parent" stage in my life because the first 5 seconds in wally would probably lead me to hiding under a rock for the rest of my existance. There is a path, much like a map that he follows on our trips. It all starts out with a friendly greeting from our smiling face of Ms. Beverley in the front of the store and then she brings him a motorized scooter. (If there is no scooter then I am forced to walk across the Super Wal-Mart get one from the other side and drive it all the way across the store back to him.) Then he proceeds to wheel into the McDonalds that is two feet away, park his scooter and bargain his way into two senior coffees (Lord knows he won't pay the extra 60 cents for a normal one.)
We then proceed to go to the pharmacy where he gets gas pills, pepto, maylox, diapers, you know all the embarassing old people stuff (which I have to go out and get for him during the week if he runs out.) I can't forget that while crossing the store in his scooter while drinking his coffee he stops short and his coffee spilled all over the place. He tries to wheel away quickly so as no one to see, but unfortunately that dang rascally scooter drove right through it and there are two tire prints leading right to his maxwell house. He then proceeds to try and "turn the corner sharp" by whipping the scooter around as quickly as possible ripping down a poster of the zyrtec allergy lady on the way around. I just pick it up and stick it back to the display and pick up the 22 boxes of anthistamine that fell off.
Then off to the watch section because the timex that he bought the week before is "broken." He starts with Miss Bessie who tells him that he needs a box or a reciept (because he just stuck it in his pocket and brought it with him.) He grumbles a bit and wheels around to the watch display and tried to find the same one. I take the original watch from him and ask him what is wrong with it. " The time won't set on the dang thing. They just dont make them like they used to." I push two buttons and miraculously the time/date/military time are set. I just pat him on the back, he puts it on, waves to Ms. Bessie almost knocks over the sunglass display and we set off to produce.
My saturday routine is to take my grandfather, Papa to Wal-mart and I would not trade our trips for anything in the world. It is a very good thing that I am over the whole "embarrased of my parent" stage in my life because the first 5 seconds in wally would probably lead me to hiding under a rock for the rest of my existance. There is a path, much like a map that he follows on our trips. It all starts out with a friendly greeting from our smiling face of Ms. Beverley in the front of the store and then she brings him a motorized scooter. (If there is no scooter then I am forced to walk across the Super Wal-Mart get one from the other side and drive it all the way across the store back to him.) Then he proceeds to wheel into the McDonalds that is two feet away, park his scooter and bargain his way into two senior coffees (Lord knows he won't pay the extra 60 cents for a normal one.)
We then proceed to go to the pharmacy where he gets gas pills, pepto, maylox, diapers, you know all the embarassing old people stuff (which I have to go out and get for him during the week if he runs out.) I can't forget that while crossing the store in his scooter while drinking his coffee he stops short and his coffee spilled all over the place. He tries to wheel away quickly so as no one to see, but unfortunately that dang rascally scooter drove right through it and there are two tire prints leading right to his maxwell house. He then proceeds to try and "turn the corner sharp" by whipping the scooter around as quickly as possible ripping down a poster of the zyrtec allergy lady on the way around. I just pick it up and stick it back to the display and pick up the 22 boxes of anthistamine that fell off.
Then off to the watch section because the timex that he bought the week before is "broken." He starts with Miss Bessie who tells him that he needs a box or a reciept (because he just stuck it in his pocket and brought it with him.) He grumbles a bit and wheels around to the watch display and tried to find the same one. I take the original watch from him and ask him what is wrong with it. " The time won't set on the dang thing. They just dont make them like they used to." I push two buttons and miraculously the time/date/military time are set. I just pat him on the back, he puts it on, waves to Ms. Bessie almost knocks over the sunglass display and we set off to produce.
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