So My Grandmother Thinks I'm Trying to Poison Her...
A brief reenactment of a few scenes from a few weeks ago:
Scene 1, the kitchen:
Grandmother: *screaming from the kitchen* BLOODY MURDER! BLOODY MURDER!
Me: What’s wrong?
Grandmother: The sugar won’t come out of the container.
*Note* we have one of those diner-style sugar container dealies
Me: Lemme take a look at it *tries pouring sugar and fails*
Me: hmm… *unscrews cap expecting to find hard sugar*
Me: This sugar is…sorta sludge-like. If you want to use it, just use a spoon to dig it out. I’ll figure it out in the morning
*grandmother screws cap back on and proceeds to attempt to pour sugar*
Grandmother: Why isn’t it pouring?
Me: I don’t know. In the meantime, just unscrew the cap again and pour it out, I’ll figure something out tonight.
*Grandmother unscrews cap and pours sugar*
Scene 2, the bedroom in which I bitch to people on AIM about why the world nearly ended:
Me: The sugar is getting hard. Got any recommendations?
Friend: Put rice in the sugar. That will dry it out.
Me: Really? I will try that. *goes to the kitchen, gets paper towels, puts rice in said towels, wraps neatly and inserts in sugar containers.*
Scene 3, the next day:
Grandmother: *panicked* Did you…did you put something in the sugar?!?!?!?!?
Me: Yes?
Grandmother: *panicked* what was it?!?!? Rice? It looked like rice, but I didn’t know what it was, or who put it there, so I threw it out. I dunno…
Me: the rice was supposed to dry the sugar. It’s been kinda humid lately. That’s why I put it in paper towels, and put it in there; to dry it out.
Grandmother: Well, I didn’t know how it got in there
Me: How could it have gotten in there if I didn’t put it in there? It was neatly wrapped in paper towels and conspicuously placed.
Grandmother: Well, I didn’t know what it was…
Me: …you know I love you right? I’m your grandson…
Grandmother: I know…
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