Old people

My uncle left another uncle’s house at four pm, to drive a drive that Google Maps lists as four hours and eight minutes.

He has a cell phone, but won’t give the number to anyone (don’t ask).

The other uncle asked me to let him know when his brother arrives.

You know, because the uncle won’t let him know himself, because that would give away his cell phone number.

He finally arrived, close to ten at night.

No one is surprised, because this is apparently normal for him… he stops a million times for the bathroom, and possibly to pick up food and all from favorite places…

And then, he casually mentions how his tire blew almost immediately after leaving the other uncle’s house, and so he was on the side of the road for a long while, fixing that.

I didn’t even bother saying anything, but, dear me, it just sounded so stupid to me that he wouldn’t just call my uncle to come help him change the tire, only minutes from his house.

But no, then he would have the cell phone number.

Crazy old people, I dare say…

Ugh.

Post-a-day 2020

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