Grandpa and Grandma are two of my favorite people. They've been married for 63 years. That's downright amazing any way you look at it. Like all married couples, they have their little tiffs and bickering, which, more often than not, are hilarious to the casual observer.
Once I called to get directions to their place for an upcoming visit. I got Grandma first, who dutifully transferred me to Grandpa, who began to describe how to find their condo. What follows is a transcript of the phone conversation:
Me: "So, I take I-80 North."
Grandpa: "Yes, take I-80 and get off on 13th East."
Grandma (who we had no idea was still on the phone) interrupts: "Morris! The sign doesn't say 13th East. It says 1300 East."
Grandpa: "LaFonda, I'm sure that John knows that 13th East is the same as 1300 hundred East."
Grandma: "Well, not everyone knows that sort of thing..."
Grandpa: "He's a bright kid, I'm sure he can figure it out..."
Grandma: "... even so, you never ... "
Grandpa: "Fonda, he doesn't take after your side of the family!"
I still laugh about that conversation today. It may have sounded mean, but I assure you it was just a little sparring match to keep things lively. I hope my wife and I are still poking fun at each other when we've been married 63 years.