My fiancee’s grandmother is a little “different,” but never the less an often genuinely sweet older woman. While we were at her home visiting her she began to rave about how her elderly neighbor Bea was her best friend, how they were sisters, in fact. She went on to tell us about how during her recent stint in the hospital her neighbor Bea got on her motorized cart and road up to the bus stop, got on the bus, and came out to visit her and play cards for hours every single day she was there. Bea showed true dedication as a friend, she insisted.

Right after she finishes telling us all of this we hear a knock at the door. She’d forgotten that she invited Bea over just an hour prior. She immediately yells “dont open it!! Im going to sleep!!”

My fiancee, her brother, and myself are standing there, jaws agape, truly aghast. At which point she tries to fake it off and displace the tension on us as she pipes up “Oh, it’s Bea?! WELL LET HER IN!!!!!!!”

Hilarious but true. In her defense, I think she might have actually opened the door even if we weren’t there causing the social pressure. I think she was just speaking every thought that crossed her mind.

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