During a back to school shopping event at Younkers she came into the women's bathroom and loudly checked on my well being. "Amy, are you ok? You've been in here a while." Yes grandma, I'm fine. It's hard to poop quickly in a public restroom!
She always insisted on giving me underwear for Christmas. Since she knew unwrapping a package of underpants in front of my whole family would embarrass me, she'd take me to the back bedroom after dinner and let me open my package of drawers privately. Because I guess not buying me underwear for Christmas wasn't an option?
The most cringeworthy moment was in the US Savings Bank drive thru lane. Right there, in broad daylight, she reached into her purse and pulled out the tiniest pair of scissors I have ever seen. She proceeded to trim her nose hairs in the rearview mirror. She even said, "I'm sorry, but the lighting is just perfect." I wanted to slide down the front seat of that Buick and ride home on the floor.
It's a pocket mirror with a light. Perfect!
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