Hola Diary,
After a long church service today, Grammy asked if was up for Foo Foo’s the local Asian Restaurant. I told her duh I was. Foo Foo’s was the only place in town that Grammy and I could ever agree on. My favorite dish at Foo Foo’s was #68 which included beef, rice, and carrots. Yum! Grammy always settled for the American Classics either meatloaf or chicken noodle soup from the “For the Kiddies” menu. Today, Grammy ordered the meatloaf while I ordered #68. Moments after we placed our order, I glanced out the window just in time to see two men stealing an ATM. What? There was always something exciting happening in town. First the fire and now a robbery! But, hey, at least it was interesting and gave the town something to talk about other than the weather.
I looked over to the park and saw our neighbor, Ceili Thompson, on her phone. I hope she was calling 911. By the time our food came, half of our town (including all the hobos) gathered outside of Foo Foo’s as the cops interviewed the bystanders. Many of whom just looked like they had woken up. All I could think about was how much I did not want to cops coming in and investigating me as I downed my #68. All I wanted was to be left alone. The next thing I know Grammy pushes her wooden chair back with a screech and heads to the exit, heads to where the police are. Oh, no I thought. Why do old people always have to ask for trouble? Can’t Grammy just be content and eat her meatloaf?
