From My Bud Ed in
Driving with Grandpa
A friend, who worked away from home all week, always made a special effort with his family on the weekends. Every Sunday morning he would take his seven-year-old granddaughter out for a drive in the car for some bonding time, just he and his granddaughter.
One week in particular he came home sick, and on Sunday he was still battling a bad cold and really didn't feel up to going out for a drive at all. Luckily, his wife came to the rescue and said that she would take their granddaughter out.
When they returned, the little girl anxiously ran upstairs to see her grandfather.
"Well, did you enjoy your ride with grandma?"
"Oh yes, Grandpa" the girl replied, "and do you know what? We didn't see a single dumb bastard or lousy shit head or son of a bitch anywhere we went today!"
OK. My memory really IS leaving me, coz (a) I don’t remember taking the girls out for a ride at any point in time lately and (b) I don’t remember introducing Ed to the girls. And (c)… where the HELL did I leave Grandma, anyway? Oops, right. I remember now.
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