I am not sure if it's just as entertaining to everyone as much as it is to me, but people really seem to love hearing about the batshit crazy stuff my grandmother does. I wouldn't want to disappoint anybody, so I'll mention there was an incident last night just one day after the Red Lobster fiasco, where we had to take a nice long look at when we left because we can never return. The reason? Salt... and a cruel unwillingness to have the manager do ANYTHING to make you happy. Buddy, you and everyone else!.. it's just not happening.
The problem yesterday was car insurance. We looked up a cheaper company, a bank, that would cover them for about half what they were paying. When the agent called to confirm all their information my grandmother took this, and their 1 800 number, to mean it was a scam and was a perfect storm of crazy explaining that on the phone with me. Apparently, did I not know, nothing comes for free? I could recount the whole conversation but you'd feel as lost as I do at the moment. Who are these people? Where am I? Who said that?