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Stories My Grandmother Tells at Every Family Meal, and Their Anti-Climactic Punchlines

The time she and my grandfather sent my young newlywed parents a bottle of nice champagne for the honeymoon.
Punchline:
Dad: “I know it ain’t Boone‘s Farm, Mick!”
The time my best friend from college, while drunk, spoke to her at my graduation.
Punchline:
Grandmother: “I don’t think so, boy!”
The time she got left behind to drop me off at college my freshman year.
Punchline:
Grandmother: “Buster, there ain’t no WAY.”
The time she caught my 7-year-old brother Clay cursing as he hit golf shots in her backyard.
Punchline:
Clay: “I’m just talkin’ t’m’self, Grannie.”
The time she assured my other grandmother that I could tell the difference between them on the phone, when I was young.
Punchline:
Grandmother #2: “Oh do you really think so, Mickey?”
Grandmother #1: “I know it, Mary. He calls me ‘Grannie.’”