My grandfather was a heavy drinker. One winter we had a particularly heavy snowstorm that was causing roofs to cave in. So one Saturday after finishing off a pint of Jim Bean, it’s time to shovel off the roof. He gets out the rope and ties it to a tree in the back yard and successfully clears the front of the roof. He then starts on the back half and finishes the North half. For the south half he tied off the jeep. He’s shoveling away and grandma comes out and jumps in the jeep, fires it up and drives away. She pulls him up the back side of the roof, and down the front. Thankfully he lands in the snowbank on the way down. Grandma, you just had to know her, she was always in her own little world, keeps driving down the street, to the stop sign and then out onto the main road with grandpa screaming and hollering at her. She then pulls out and keeps on trucking with people honking and waving at her until she reaches the stoplight.
When I went to see grandpa at the hospital a couple days later he was still so pissed off he could hardly see straight. Luckily his heavy clothes and the snow saved him from being too seriously injured. Grandma, in her mid-60s then, pretty much quit driving after that.
Hilarious....Sounds like Grandma was gonna detox ol gramps, for good !
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