ME: You look awful happy today, Grammy. What’s up?
GRAMMY: Did you see the paper this morning? Looks like they finally did something about those noisy brats on the corner bus stop. You can bet your ass there won’t be any more trouble with that guy around.
ME: Grammy, that’s not here. That’s in Iraq.
GRAMMY: Iraq? Where that Obama guy is?
ME: No, Grammy. It’s Osama. And he’s in Afghanistan.
GRAMMY: You just said it was Iraq?
ME: The picture’s Iraq. Osama’s in Afghanistan. Obama’s in the White House. He’s the President.
GRAMMY: Obama-Osama! Who the hell cares? I just want to know if those hell-hounds at the bus stop are going to be taken care of!
ME: (sigh) Yes, Grammy. The kids at the bus stop will start behaving better. I’m sure that man will see to it.
GRAMMY: Hmmm. I don’t know. They are smiling. They should have given that guy a bigger gun.
GRAMMY: Did you see the paper this morning? Looks like they finally did something about those noisy brats on the corner bus stop. You can bet your ass there won’t be any more trouble with that guy around.
ME: Grammy, that’s not here. That’s in Iraq.
GRAMMY: Iraq? Where that Obama guy is?
ME: No, Grammy. It’s Osama. And he’s in Afghanistan.
GRAMMY: You just said it was Iraq?
ME: The picture’s Iraq. Osama’s in Afghanistan. Obama’s in the White House. He’s the President.
GRAMMY: Obama-Osama! Who the hell cares? I just want to know if those hell-hounds at the bus stop are going to be taken care of!
ME: (sigh) Yes, Grammy. The kids at the bus stop will start behaving better. I’m sure that man will see to it.
GRAMMY: Hmmm. I don’t know. They are smiling. They should have given that guy a bigger gun.
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