Here’s a snippet of our dinner conversation when I went home for Easter.
My grandmother was telling us about a recent exchange on a bus:
Bus Driver: [talking about his job] It keeps me out of my wife’s hair.
My grandfather: But it doesn’t keep you off the streets.
Zing! My grandmother said that the driver probably went home and told his wife about a funny old man on his bus.
“What old man?” my grandfather interjected.
We all laughed. My grandfather held up his hands and said, “No charge.”