Pick-Up Ain’t What It Used To Be
Grandmother: “It looks like they’re opening up a new hotel in [Town]. Do you know where that is?”
Grandfather: “Yeah, I used to go there to pick up guys.”
Me: *hysterical laughter*
Mom: “What?”
Me: “Now I’m just picturing him at a gay bar.”
Grandfather: “Oh, I never got out of the car. I just shouted until some of them came over!”
(It turns out he meant he would pick up daily laborers. Still, picturing my stoic, Danish grandfather at a modern gay bar is just a hilarious juxtaposition.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
