(I live with my grandparents on my summers home from college. My grandmother is on vacation outside the country, and asks me to look after things, concerned my grandfather would be lost without her. I laugh it off, until one afternoon. I’m sitting on my laptop in my room while my grandfather is starting dinner. He suddenly runs into the room.)
Grandfather: “Where does your grandmother keep the extra towels?”
Me: “In the bathroom, Grandpa.”
Grandfather: “No, not the bath towels. The ratty ones.”
Me: “Oh. In the cabinet in the entryway.”
Grandfather: “Okay, thanks!” *turns to leave*
Me: “Wait, what do you need extra towels for?”
Grandfather: *sheepishly* “I may have put regular dish soap in the dishwasher.”
Me: “What?!”
(I go downstairs to survey the damage. Sure enough, our entire kitchen floor is covered in bubbles.)
Me: “How does this even happen? Did you read the bottle before you put soap in?”
Grandfather: “They’re both the same color. How was I supposed to know?”
Me: “Now I know why Grandma doesn’t go on vacation.”