Grandma and I met up last week to take care of some errands around the neighborhood and her apartment. While in the apartment, I noticed that the charger for her cell phone was unplugged from the wall, which is unusual. When I asked Grandma about it, she became a little defensive.
Me: “Grandma, why is the charger out of the wall?”
Grandma: “Oh, that thing! The phone is gone, so I unplugged the charger.”
Me: “What do you mean the phone is gone? Did you misplace it?”
Grandma: “Misplace it? What do you take me for? You think I would misplace something as important as the phone? Come on. I’m telling you, it’s gone.”
Me: “Is it in your purse?”
Grandma: “You don’t think I looked there? I’ve looked everywhere. I’m telling you - either someone took it, or it grew legs and walked away.”
Me: “It grew legs and walked away? Come on, Grandma. You must have misplaced it.”
Grandma: “I would never misplace it. I’m telling you, it grew legs and walked away.”
I started to look around the apartment for the phone, but Grandma waved her hand and called out to me.
Grandma: “I already looked. Stop! Come, let’s go to Little Poland.”
A few days later, my phone rang. When I went to answer, I saw that it was Grandma calling from her cell phone.
Me: “Hi Grandma!”
Grandma: “Hi darling!”
Me: “I see you found your cell phone.”
Grandma: “Oh, yes! You know, it was under the bed near the bedside table.”
Me: “Oh yeah? Well I’m glad you found it.”
Grandma: “Yes! It decided to walk back. Isn’t that wonderful? So, how are you?”