This weekend, I took a trip down to Boca Raton, FL, to visit my wonderful grandmother on her 90th birthday. We all gathered at my uncle’s house, enjoyed great food, great company and then it was time to head home. I, being the world’s greatest grandson, offered to drive my grandmother home. This is where the story gets interesting.
Once we sat down in the car, she proclaims “we need to stop at the flea market.” When I asked why, she said she needed to purchase bread. I offered to go to the local grocery store to do some human style shopping, but alas, logic had no bounds that day. She resisted the offer, claiming she had a coupon for 99-cent “thrift bread,” which was only available at the large flea market. At this point, I had to agree to go with her to get the bread, but not before letting the cameras roll.
