Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on February 13, 2023 by Jan Wilberg

“The phone’s ringing! Answer the phone!”
“The phone’s not ringing, Gramma. That’s the beeper on your IV.”
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
“I don’t care. It’s driving me crazy. Pull the fucking plug!”
“Don’t you think you’re being a little melodramatic, Gramma? I mean. Geez.”
Beep.Beep. Beep.Beep. Beep.
“It’s not a game, Buster. I’m telling you for the last time, answer the damn phone.”
“I gotta go, Gramma. Got the early shift tomorrow.”
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Who’s this?”
“It’s me, Gramma. I’m locked out of my car. Are my keys up there on your bed?”
“No.”
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