FAMILY HUMOR
My Boyfriend’s Grandmother Called Me a Whore
It wasn’t a pleasant surprise
“Yeah, her flight is delayed. Look,” my boyfriend stated pointing to the large screens in the Arrivals section of O’Hare International Airport in Chicago.
Hopefully, it will be delayed for ten hours so we miss the dinner from hell.
“Online it said that the flight took off on time,” I said pretending to be disappointed.
“At least it’s only delayed by thirty minutes,” he yawned.
Oh, great.
“We should get snacks then,” I replied.
“We’re going to have a big dinner soon.”
I need to pregame. What if dinner is shit?
He looked at me as I rolled my eyes.
“Fine,” he sighed as I smiled and grabbed his hand, dragging him through the airport in search of lukewarm beer and nachos.
An hour later, my boyfriend’s grandmother appeared after departing her flight. A group of airport staff followed her, carrying her bags and a large coffee as she ignored the wheelchair they followed her with.
She insisted that everyone from relatives to waiters call her Grandma. Grandma was in her late eighties and full of sass…
