making plans to go to my Gramma’s house for the night to visit my Dad, when all of a sudden I hear yelling in the background. Apparently my Gramma was saying there were people fighting on the TV with sticks. My Dad said it was probably hockey. And then according to my Dad she was saying that I should become a Hockey player so I can get paid to fight people with sticks and she can watch it. And then I could hear her continue to talk to the TV in the background of our conversation.
I love my Gramma.