Anyone
who has grandparents should consider themselves lucky. Though grandparents can
often be a source of annoyance, headaches, and politically incorrect humor,
they can also be a source of inspiration. For example, if your grandparent was
a badass back in the day, then you will be known as "that kid with the
badass grandpa/grandma". Qualifications for being badass include being
sassy, having tattoos, playing sports, buying you stuff like candy and beer,
not telling your parents all your secrets, and having a bigger attitude than
the baristas at one of those dive-coffee places.
Kvetch Intensity:
Of
course, you could be cursed with a grandparent who scores low in the
"Badass Level" category. These are the kind of grandparents that have
a house that smells like stale macaroni and cheese, or pull their pants all the
way up to their chest hair, or tell you that you "need to learn how to
keep a house so that you can find a nice man and settle down". These
grandparents are the ones who call when they don't receive a thank-you note
within 6 1/2 days of your cousin Clare's bat mitzvah, regardless of the fact
that Clare lives in a bungalow in Arkansas and is technically only your fourth
cousin twice removed, and possibly isn't even related to your grandparent at
all. These grandparents think it's rude to even acknowledge your phone's
existence while in their presence, yet don't see the irony when they say
"You never call!" This particular species of grandparent is under the
impression that driving laws have not changed since 1940 when they got their license, and are
outraged when they are sentenced to traffic school for going 55 mph in a 20 mph
zone.
"Back
in my day, they taught you to speed in order to pass a car!"
"But
Grandma, you were passing a school bus. A stopped school
bus. In a school zone."
"They
make it up just to harass a poor old lady."
The
"harassing a poor old lady/man" line is one that is frequently heard
directed at traffic cops, secretaries at the doctor's office, the condo
association, and anyone that requires them to fill out a form.
The abysmal ratings in the "Kvetch Intensity" category brings the overall score down by quite a bit. But the phenomenal rankings in the “Spoiling” category bring Grandparents up to a passable grade. When you get strep throat, grandparents are always the first to show up at the front door with a pint of ice cream from Baskin Robbins, balloons, and one of those greeting cards that plays “Disco Inferno” when you open it. Grandparents are also the first volunteers for any babysitting, carpooling, and entertaining needs that come up. For example, when Fantasia 2000 comes out in theaters, your grandma has no complaints when you beg her to take you to see it in IMAX. 50+ viewings later, Grandma still isn’t complaining. They sang you nonsense songs you were a baby, let you get a waffle cone even when you dripped chocolate ice cream all over their clothes, and bought you new Tamagotchi pets when your old ones died (they didn't understand how the reset button worked).
Final Review:
Grandparents are like smoothies. On a hot day, a smoothie is creamy and delicious. Grandparents are also creamy and delicious in good conditions. On a blizzarding day, a smoothie will give you frostbite. Grandparents will also give you frostbite, specifically if they disown you and cut you out of their will (this is a metaphorical frostbite). Also sometimes smoothies have unblended bits of fruit in the bottom, and then when you try to suck it up the straw a giant chunk of banana clogs it and it's just a mess. Like it's good, and you're enjoying it, and then out of nowhere it gets gross and weird. So to grandparents can be fun and hilarious, and then come out with one of those weird old-people things like talking about their warts and how their warts all have arthritis. Maybe that's just my grandparents.
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