Misassumed Intentions

On such a glorious day, I "walked the hill" for the second time this year. I went grave-cleaning on Sunday as well though it was raining. Today, my family visited my grandfather's father. It's still a mystery to me as to why the granite block is inscribed with an English name and the year of birth is after the year my grandfather was born in. My brother and I question our grandfather every year and apparently, there's more then one person buried in that spot; more like four at least.

After visiting the grave, we usually make a pit stop at a gas station. Because my dad didn't need to refill gas, my grandmother and mom were going to give one of the station workers an orange; an obligatory gift for letting them use the station's restroom. I saw my grandmother going up to this big black guy, who she assumed was an employee, and giving him the orange. The guy already had his hands full with a stack of Pringles and a bottle of soda but he accepted it and then walked out of the gas station, turned a corner and was gone. As he was walking, my grandfather starts shouting "Hey! Where's he going?!"

As one can conclude, he wasn't a gas station worker; just a customer. My dad starts making a big fuss about my grandmother giving the orange away to a complete stranger; complaining like we gave away a bunch of cash. It was hilarious though, since my grandmother didn't realize. I laughed because she just assumed and gave it to the first person she saw. I wonder how that guy felt? I thought that my grandmother giving him the orange would be a good gesture; a suggestion that he should start eating healthier although that may be rude. Then I remembered it was April Fool's Day and thought that he might've took it as a prank and wasted a perfectly good orange :/

Labels: cementary, grave cleaning