Chat with the fellow who was working under
His truck.
I commended him for being a
Handy man like my farmer dad who
Could fix anything.
We lamented the lack of tradesmen
These days.
I suddenly remembered the carton of
Orange juice stored in my refrigerator, too
Much for me, and asked whether he could
Use it.
"Sure."
I passed the beverage on to him and then
Without warning I found myself shaking my
Finger at him and saying, "I'm a grandma, so
I can tell you, 'This orange juice is a lot better for
You than that bottle of beer.'"
"I guess you're right," the young man responded as
He carried the carton into the house.
You can get away with a lot when you're a
Grandma.