Tuesday, December 24, 2013

My Grandpa 5

At an unusually crowded restaurant, one of the few that's open on Christmas Eve around here.
Hostess: Name, please?
Grandpa: ___well.
Hostess (starts to add us to her list of waiting parties, then stops): How do you spell that?
(Grandpa obliges, but she only manages to jot down a number of misspellings despite his corrections. The best she can do still has "___well" written as  ___wbll.)
Grandpa (mumbling to me as we sit down to wait): We need to send her back to school.

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