When Stupidity Acts as a Driving ForceMy gramps bought a car this week. Why an 80-year-old man needs a new Impala is beyond me. At least it was something pratical. I was wholeheartedly expected him to take us to a Porche dealership. That's right, us. He had my brother and I come along with him to buy the thing. I guess he wanted an audience for his achievement. How buying an Impala is an achievement I do not know, but I did know he would be buying lunch, so I didn't fight it.More Like This
"What time do we need to be there? Should we get going?" My brother said that. He said it from the other while on the couch, watching TV. He wasn't even ready, why did he even bother asking?
"I don't know, we have be there to meet with a man named Barry," gramps replied. He didn't know. He should have known.
"Well, what time is Barry going to be there?" My duties as problem sovler began early that day.
"He said something about after noon."
"Okay, it's 1:42 now. How long is he goin