Grandma Is The O.G.

(This is a story my coworker relayed to me.)

Coworker: “It was so lovely this weekend; I wanted to take my granddaughter out, so I called her and asked. The conversation went like this:”

Coworker: “Hi, honey, do you want to go out with G?” *her nickname as a grandma*

Teenager: “Sure! Hey, mom, can I hang out with G today?”

Mom: *in the background although audible over the phone* “Go where?”

Teenager: *into the phone* “Go where?”

Coworker: *indignantly, sarcastically* “With G.”

Teenager: *to her mom* “With ‘G.'”

Mom: “Fine…”

Coworker: *breaking her narrative, to me as the listener* “What does she THINK I was going to do to my granddaughter? Who does she think I am? I can’t believe she questioned me like that!”

Me: *thinking* “Because it is totally rude and unnatural for a mother to want to know where her daughter is going to be…”