Now my great-grandmother was a cantankerous old lady that complained about everything. Her and my grandfather DID NOT get along at all. Her being his mother-in-law and all. However, whenever my grandparents went out anywhere, she insisted on coming along. On this one occasion they were planning on going out to eat. My great-grandmother loved going out to eat.
My grandparents had an errand to run for at the store before they went to the restaurant. My great-grandmother absolutely did not want to go into the store. It being 90 plus degrees outside, my grandfather argued with her that they couldn’t leave her in the car, but she insisted on staying there. He finally threw his hands up in frustration and said to hell with it and him and my grandmother went on into the store.
Well it would seem that while they were in the store, my great-grandmother got hit with the need to take a number two. She was perfectly capable of walking, despite her advanced age. However, instead of going inside and using the restroom like a normal person, she decided to open the car door, pull down her pants and stick her rear end out the car door.
When my grandparents got back the car, they found poop all down the side of the car and all over the backseat of the car. My grandfather was naturally quite agitated and asked her what the heck had happened. She plainly stated she did not know what happened and had no idea how all the fecal matter got all over the car.
Naturally this started to draw a crowd and some passerby told my grandfather that he shouldn’t be leaving that poor old woman in the car like that in this kind of heat. My great-grandmother proceeded to tell the lady to go away and “tend to her own business”.
My grandfather then retorted to the lady that she can clearly see what he has to deal with on an everyday basis and if she thinks she can do better then either take her home with her or do as my great-grandmother suggested and mind her own damn business.
Oh my word!!! Bahaha!