Maltesers
Two students are chatting about their grandparents on a bus to Milton Keynes.
STUDENT 1:
My Gran was nuts. Wouldn't ask for any kind of help ever. She was so fiercely independent that it actually became a real bind if you know what I mean. You never knew what trouble she was going to get into next. One weekend she's trying to change her curtains and she falls down and breaks her arm. Doesn't tell anyone for three days. My Dad turns up to visit and she's there with her arm in a handmade sling, broken in two places. She says. "Oh I didn't want to be a burden." Nuts.
STUDENT 2:
My Gran was nuts too. She had this thing that when she went shopping she'd buy exactly the same stuff every week, biscuits and stuff and then just put it in the left hand side of the sideboard. When stuff she was using ran out she'd just reach down and take the first packet from the right hand side. Never looked in the sideboard to see what she had or how long it had been in there. Just kept filling it up. Course then it all starts sliding around and getting mixed up. In the end some of it has been in there for years. I swear I was twelve before I realised that Maltesers were supposed to be crunchy.
STUDENT 1:
Aw man!