just around the corner of my block lives an elderly korean man in his early 80s. i know this because he often comes to my side of the block and approaches my dad to report his age. why? cus he’s got the hots for a slightly older woman–my granma.
last friday, as i was pulling out of my garage to head on out to oakland, i see this old man (he actually looks like he’s only in late 60s or early 70s. pretty good shape for an 80 some year old) in a bright pink polo shirt. he waited for me to pull out onto the driveway, and practically forced me to give him a ride to the bus stop. it’s along the way for me, and he’s a neighbor who i kind of know. what the hell? i agree.
he climbs into my car and starts talking to me in broken english.
“i’m 82! your granma! how old?”
“oh.. uh. she’s 85.”
“ahhh! <two thumbs up> is she citizenship? i go to school. for citizenship.”
“oh.. yeah! she’s got her citizenship!”
<more thumbs up as he makes an exclamation expressing his admiration>
at this point, i start sweating about how to carry on further conversation with this slightly loony old man.
AND THEN! out of nowhere! he pulls out a mouth organ aka harmonica and starts playing for me for the remaining 2 minutes of the car ride!
// the end.
moral of the story: best way to get a ride is to ambush your neighbor on their driveway and bribe them with your harmonica skillz. also, you’re never too old to have game. clearly, my granma has more than i do at 85 years old.
LAWLAWLAWL omg what the crazies, your gramma sure knows how to get ‘em.
this. is. awesome.