Flights Of Fancy Buns

(I am having dinner with my extended family. My husband is meeting my grandfather, who is in his early 80s, for the first time.)

Husband: *to my grandfather* “Could you please pass the buns?”

Grandpa: “If you wanted the buns, you should have sat here.”

Me: “Grandpa, c’mon. Be nice.”

Grandpa: “Fine.”

(He picks up a bun, throws it at my husband, and hits him in the head. My jaw drops.)

Grandpa: “What? He asked me to pass it!”

Me: *sighs*

(The remainder of the meal saw copious amounts of projectile food, and my husband learned to think fast at dinner with my family.)