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A conversation with Grandpa

by Bother

Hi [How high is it?] I’m not exactly sure—how tall are you? [I’m about as tall as I’ll ever be—one day soon, I’ll probably start shrinking. I’ve heard that happens when you get older.] Well... [Well, you say? How deep is it?] It’s hard to tell, since I never used it for water. [Deep wells are best—why I still remember the drought of ‘34 and all the trips we made to the neighbor’s well after ours dried up.] I’m sure those were quite the days, but how are you today? [Today? Today I do as I please...so long as I’m pleased to do as I’m suppos’d to.] That sounds like a good strategy. [Thanks. You’re welcome to adopt it—I won’t even charge you for it.] How generous of you. Thanks. You have a good day now, ok? [I hope to, because every day above ground is a good day.]
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Bother
33 / F / USA
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Written by
Bother
33 / F / USA
Published
Sep 27, 2018
Time
2m
Notes

Inspired by and compiled from conversations with my Grandpa, who lived with my family during my formative years. He’s the first literalist I ever met and frequently said: “You talk so much, you talk so much, you worry me to death.”

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