Pick-Up Ain’t What It Used To Be

| Related | March 10, 2015

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.)

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