Classic line!
You know how we always think old people are really dull and all they like to do is talk about the good ol' days? How they seem to be out of touch with the world, and they're just so predictable that they're boring?
I feel that way, sometimes. My grandparents are, like most grandparents, senile and tend to ask the same questions again and again. I've gotten used to comments like; "What grade are you in?" and stuff like; "where's your teddy bear?" Us as grandchildren sometimes reply patiently, but most of the time (to avoid getting annoyed) we answer humorously.
My grandpapa is that case. At the age of 86, he spends his days either sleeping or watching the TV, and whenever we come to visit, he always asks what grade me and my brothers are in. My grandma (who has good memory still) would always scold him, and he'd always argue back, and they'd go at it until one of us grandchildren would interfere.
My grandpapa, like most people of his generation hates doctors. So much that if he ever got sick, we'd be pleading to him and he'd still refuse to budge from his bed. So there was one time when he suddenly had a temperature. All of us (uncles, aunts, cousins) were there, and we took turns taking care of him. Since he practically glued himself to the bed, there was no way we could pry him off without hurting him.
By next morning, he seemed much better but he was still weak. And that was when my uncle P (the oldest among the uncles) stormed in and started admonishing him. He rebuked my grandpapa for his stubborness, and scolded him for making himself so ill. The rest of us just kept quiet, but we were wondering how grandpapa would take it. I mean... his own son scolding his father? I thought grandpapa might scream back at him, like he would with grandma.
Uncle P went on for maybe ten minutes, and all that while grandpapa remained silent with a faraway look. Finally, when uncle P was done, I thought grandpapa would launch into his own argument but instead, he simply focused a blank look on my uncle and said very simply;
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. What were you saying?"
Needless to say, uncle P was so pissed that he quickly left. The rest of us were trying our hardest not to laugh! Since then, nobody ever said anything about grandpapa's hospital-phobia. And now, grandpapa's classic line is used whenever we get scolded by each other (but never on our parents - that would be a stupid move).
So while old people are senile and a bit annoying at times, I guess there are occasions when they're pretty cool.
I'd love to use that line on uncle P the next time he starts lecturing me about finding a husband.
I feel that way, sometimes. My grandparents are, like most grandparents, senile and tend to ask the same questions again and again. I've gotten used to comments like; "What grade are you in?" and stuff like; "where's your teddy bear?" Us as grandchildren sometimes reply patiently, but most of the time (to avoid getting annoyed) we answer humorously.
My grandpapa is that case. At the age of 86, he spends his days either sleeping or watching the TV, and whenever we come to visit, he always asks what grade me and my brothers are in. My grandma (who has good memory still) would always scold him, and he'd always argue back, and they'd go at it until one of us grandchildren would interfere.
My grandpapa, like most people of his generation hates doctors. So much that if he ever got sick, we'd be pleading to him and he'd still refuse to budge from his bed. So there was one time when he suddenly had a temperature. All of us (uncles, aunts, cousins) were there, and we took turns taking care of him. Since he practically glued himself to the bed, there was no way we could pry him off without hurting him.
By next morning, he seemed much better but he was still weak. And that was when my uncle P (the oldest among the uncles) stormed in and started admonishing him. He rebuked my grandpapa for his stubborness, and scolded him for making himself so ill. The rest of us just kept quiet, but we were wondering how grandpapa would take it. I mean... his own son scolding his father? I thought grandpapa might scream back at him, like he would with grandma.
Uncle P went on for maybe ten minutes, and all that while grandpapa remained silent with a faraway look. Finally, when uncle P was done, I thought grandpapa would launch into his own argument but instead, he simply focused a blank look on my uncle and said very simply;
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. What were you saying?"
Needless to say, uncle P was so pissed that he quickly left. The rest of us were trying our hardest not to laugh! Since then, nobody ever said anything about grandpapa's hospital-phobia. And now, grandpapa's classic line is used whenever we get scolded by each other (but never on our parents - that would be a stupid move).
So while old people are senile and a bit annoying at times, I guess there are occasions when they're pretty cool.
I'd love to use that line on uncle P the next time he starts lecturing me about finding a husband.