Single Jeopardy
So Thanksgiving was a good time over here, everyone came by to say hello, though the party was cut a little short, naturally, by Grandpa coming back out of the house to shoe away all the "noisy ladies," as he would say.
The rest of the week was fairly normal, for two guys out on the town. Grandpa still likes getting out - he's prepared to go to lunch hours before the place opens. On Monday we tried to go to our favorite little place, Sunrise restaurant. You have to get lucky, because they are only open for lunch two days a week. I thought I had things figured out just right, but it turned out that they had taken the whole week off for the holiday. Oh well. So we ended up going the Gyotaku instead. Restaurants being closed won't stop us from living it up, I suppose.
The more interesting development lately has been Grandpa's determination to get me a date. Like our other adventures, he decides things are better if he makes things up as we go. This started out as a continuation of last week, when we drove around for a little while, looking for his friend's house (which we did not find, by the way). Anyway, we go out, and he says that we need to go to her sister's house to get directions. I am a little skeptical as to how this will work out, but what can I say about it? So, once again, I find myself climbing up the tangerine tree to pick some fruit for delivery. We are more successful in finding this house (Grandpa notes that this is a house that he had built). After getting out of the car, Grandpa, as is his custom, stands outside the house and calls out the name of the person he wants to talk to. I myself have always been more of the ring the doorbell kind of guy, but whatever. We find out that his friend is actually out of town, but that her daughter is watching the house. After a short conversation, I leave the bucket of tangerines, and we make our way back home, where an equally short, but certainly more interesting conversation takes place:
G: That was a house that I built.
A: Very good to see that it is still lasting so long!
G: She was a nice girl, eh?
A: Uh, yeah.
G: You need to call her and take her on a date.
A: What?
I gave my best non-committal response (uh...ok...) and let it slide. Even if I was planning on having a date, this was certainly an odd way to go about starting (Hey/I just met you/and this is crazy/but here's a bucket of tangerines/my Grandfather says I should call you maybe). Thank goodness auntie Flo is coming back today, otherwise I would seriously consider taking him back to Sears to buy that weedeater for a distraction strategy.
The rest of the week was fairly normal, for two guys out on the town. Grandpa still likes getting out - he's prepared to go to lunch hours before the place opens. On Monday we tried to go to our favorite little place, Sunrise restaurant. You have to get lucky, because they are only open for lunch two days a week. I thought I had things figured out just right, but it turned out that they had taken the whole week off for the holiday. Oh well. So we ended up going the Gyotaku instead. Restaurants being closed won't stop us from living it up, I suppose.
The more interesting development lately has been Grandpa's determination to get me a date. Like our other adventures, he decides things are better if he makes things up as we go. This started out as a continuation of last week, when we drove around for a little while, looking for his friend's house (which we did not find, by the way). Anyway, we go out, and he says that we need to go to her sister's house to get directions. I am a little skeptical as to how this will work out, but what can I say about it? So, once again, I find myself climbing up the tangerine tree to pick some fruit for delivery. We are more successful in finding this house (Grandpa notes that this is a house that he had built). After getting out of the car, Grandpa, as is his custom, stands outside the house and calls out the name of the person he wants to talk to. I myself have always been more of the ring the doorbell kind of guy, but whatever. We find out that his friend is actually out of town, but that her daughter is watching the house. After a short conversation, I leave the bucket of tangerines, and we make our way back home, where an equally short, but certainly more interesting conversation takes place:
G: That was a house that I built.
A: Very good to see that it is still lasting so long!
G: She was a nice girl, eh?
A: Uh, yeah.
G: You need to call her and take her on a date.
A: What?
I gave my best non-committal response (uh...ok...) and let it slide. Even if I was planning on having a date, this was certainly an odd way to go about starting (Hey/I just met you/and this is crazy/but here's a bucket of tangerines/my Grandfather says I should call you maybe). Thank goodness auntie Flo is coming back today, otherwise I would seriously consider taking him back to Sears to buy that weedeater for a distraction strategy.
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