ME: Where were you, Grammy? I’ve been worried sick.
GRAMMY: I went to see a friend at the home.
ME: The home?
GRAMMY: Yeah. You know. That place you occasionally suggest I might like.
ME: That’s not true, Grammy. I’d never put you in a home.
GRAMMY: Damn right. You’d never see a penny of my money if you did.
ME: So, how is your friend?
GRAMMY: Nuttier than peanut brittle. Thinks she’s the Queen of England. Thought I was Princess Margaret.
ME: Princess Margaret?
GRAMMY: The Queen of England’s sister. How dense are you? Anyway, I played along. Got the whole damned place in on the act.
ME: You encouraged her delusion?
GRAMMY: She was happy, Barbara. For fifteen minutes of her lousy life she was happy.
ME: Fifteen minutes? That was a short visit.
GRAMMY: Yeah, well, the idiots who run the place threw me out.
ME: Why? What did you do?
GRAMMY: Oh, one of the aides refused to curtsy, so we tied her up and ordered a beheading.
ME: Grammy, you didn’t!
GRAMMY: Of course I didn’t. She apologized and we granted her a pardon. (sigh) Someone always has to ruin the fun.
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Well, at least Grammy was open to pardoning the poor aide.
Haggy is the wv of the day. Haggy, shaggy -- a head rolling along the nursing home floor can be quite baggy.
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