My Funny Grandpa
My Grandpa can talk to anybody, and I’m sure of it. When we were getting ready to go to Oregon, Grandpa called to ask what Grammoo’s phone number is. He had an old number of hers, and of course it was a wrong number, and of course he got the wrong person. But being the nice guy he is, he struck up a conversation with Mr. Wrong Number, ended up telling him Grammoo was going to sell the house. Mr. Wrong Number came out, and Grammoo gave him a tour. In the end, he expressed interest in the house and bought an old-fashioned plow.
All because of my friendly Grandpa!
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