******************************************************************************************************************************************I received a forwarded email today that reminded me of an encounter my grandma had years ago. It was so funny that someone in the family documented it on a t-shirt as a gag gift.
I was a teenager at the time, so my grandma must have been in her mid to late 60’s. She was walking down the street in my hometown and met up with a group of teenaged boys. As they passed her, one of them called her an “old fogey,” which was emblazoned on the front of the t-shirt.
The back of the t-shirt immortalized my dear, sweet granny’s response to those kids:
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