Grandma and I got together for lunch last week. As per usual, Little Poland was our destination. Grandma had her coffee with milk and sweet-n-low, and I decided to have a coke, which elicited raised eyebrows.
Grandma: “You don’t want coffee today?”
Me: “No, the coke will be good.”
Grandma (taking a drink of her coffee): “Hmmp.”
We had our usual chit-chat - traffic on 2nd avenue, the weather, news events, and the Olympics (“When I played volleyball as a girl, we didn’t jump as high or hit the ball as hard as they do now!”). Even though I didn’t want coffee, I drank some of Grandma’s coffee.
Me: “Sorry Grandma, I’ve been stealing sips of your coffee.”
Grandma (taking another drink of her coffee): “I saw.
I noticed on my coke can that there was a Mets insignia as a special promotion.
Me: “Grandma, take a look at the can. It has a Mets sign on it.”
Grandma (again, drinking her coffee): “Mets? I wouldn’t touch it! I want the Yankees to win. You know that!”