Category: Grandparents


Not-So-Smartphone, Part 10

| TX, USA | Grandparents

(My grandma has come over for help with her new smart phone.)

Grandma: “I’m supposed to get my phone connected to Gmail.”

Me: “Okay, I can do that. What’s your login?”

Grandma: “I don’t know… but the lady at the phone store set up one for me.”

Me: “Did she write it down for you?”

Grandma: “She sent it to my phone.”

Me: “Okay, did she text it or what?”

Grandma: “She sent it to my email.”

Me: “Great. Which email account did she send it to?”

Grandma: “Gmail.”

Me: “No, it’s your login for Gmail. She wouldn’t have sent it to that account. Do you have another email address?”

Grandma: “I have Yahoo.”

Me: “Ok, good. What’s your login for that one?”

Grandma: “[Name] at ATT dot net.”

Me: “That’s not a Yahoo address. And you don’t have AT&T anymore, so that address isn’t valid anymore.”

Grandma: “Well, it shouldn’t matter which email I give you. They all talk to each other anyway.”

Me: “What?!”

Grandma: “They all belong to Microsoft, so they should all be the same.”

Me: *facepalm* “I’m just going to get you a new Gmail address…”

Not-So-Smart-Phone, Part 9
Not-So-Smart-Phone, Part 8
Not-So-Smart-Phone, Part 7


Deafly Doesn’t Need It

| Long Island Sound, NY, USA | Grandparents, Popular

(My family and I are on a ferry boat travelling to Long Island like we do every summer since I was a child. My grandfather has lost most of his hearing and refuses to wear a hearing aid because he “doesn’t need it.” This is the conversation I overhear between my dad and Grandfather, both standing at the railing along the edge of the boat.)

Dad: “Hey, Pop, when you were younger, back in your wild days, would you have thought twice about diving right off of a boat like this?”

Grandfather: “Oh, no thanks, I already had a cheeseburger.”

Dad: “…”


Pointing Up At The Birdie

| OH, USA | Grandparents, Parents & Guardians, Siblings

(My grandparents and my immediate family are going out to dinner at a restaurant where they give free balloons to kids. My three-year-old brother lets go of his by accident, and it floats to the ceiling.)

Brother: “Uh-oh.”

Grandma: “What is it?”

(My brother points to the ceiling with his middle finger, not knowing what it means.)

Mom: *shocked* “Who taught him how to do that?”

Me: *laughing* “Mom, he was pointing to his balloon on the ceiling.”

(Everyone looks up and sees the balloon, and begins laughing.)

Grandma: “I was going to say, I didn’t think I was THAT bad!”

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