My grandfather died and I inherited some of his clothes.
He was a farmer and he loved getting dressed up every year for the local fair and exhibiting his prize chickens.
For this occasion, my grandmother would spend the entire year searching through thrift shops looking for silly neckties for him to wear, and she loved finding ones with chickens on them.
After a few decades of this, my grandfather had amassed several dozen neckties, each one with cartoonish images of chickens flying around, laying eggs, and doing other chicken things.
I always complimented him on the newest addition to his collection.
When he died a couple of years ago, he bequeathed them to me in his will.
When my grandmother handed me the bag full of them, my eyes welled with tears and I smiled thinking about my grandfather looking in the mirror and straightening his tie.
Why am I telling you all of this back story?
Because the last time I tried to tell this to someone and I didn't give context, they thought it was weird that I was so excited about inheriting my dead grandfather's hen tie collection.
--grandfather and his young grandson were out walking one morning after a light rain--
grandfather and his young grandson were out walking one morning after a light rain...
They notice an earthworm on the ground having just crawled out of its burrow.
“Tell you what- if you can figure out a way to get that worm back in its hole, I’ll give you $10.”
The kid thinks for a second and tells his grandpa he’ll be right back.
He returns a few minutes later with a can of hair spray, stretches the worm out nice and straight and after waiting a minute, plinks him straight down the same hole he’d come out of.
The grandfather is impressed!
“You’re a smart kid! I’ll give you your money tomorrow.”
The next morning, the kid comes down for breakfast and there’s a $50 bill under his plate:
“But Grandpa- the bet was only for $10!”
“I know... the rest is from your grandmother.”
