Of grannies and their fussing...

The world would be much bereft of love without all the fussing that grannies shower on their grandchildren.

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When dad drove the car over a vegetable vendor's foot!

My dad and mom leave for work together every morning in the family car. Dad drives; he first drops mom off at her college and then proceeds to the Law School. My dad has never been a particularly good driver. He learnt driving quite late, in his thirties, and like most people who learn driving late in their lives, he is pretty uptight at the wheel.  On this particular day, dad was navigating his way through the twists and turns on the usual route. While making a tight left into a narrow gulley, the car went over something and there was a sharp yelp. Dad stopped and looked around to see a vegetable vendor with a pushcart clutching his foot and howling in pain. Both dad and mom got out of the vehicle and stared incredulously at the poor man who was hopping on one foot and making quite a racket. Soon, a local ruffian entered the scene and started making an unsolicited representation on behalf of the limping cart pusher. Dad and the ruffian got into a verbal duel. As charges and counter-charges began to flow, mom, the vegetable vendor and pedestrians on the street, became unwitting onlookers. And then! All of us sudden, the push cart that had been standing neglected all alone by itself, sprung to life and started rolling down the street as if on its own volition. The vegetable vendor who had been hopping, limping, and sobbing till then, suddenly forgot all his misery and started running after the cart as if for dear life. It was like a Charlie Chaplin movie being played out in real life. My dad, being the astute lawyer that he is, immediately pointed to the fact that the vendor's foot seemed absolutely fine in action. Amidst all the confusion, mom yanked at dad's arm, hurled him into the car, jumped into the driver's seat, hit the gas pedal and scooted from the scene while everyone else was still trying to figure out what was happening!

Later that evening, all of us had a hearty laugh. Dad still claims that the guy's leg was absolutely fine, else how could he chase after the cart. Mom has declard dad's driving as unsafe and put severe curbs on his freedom of speech while at the wheel. I, on my part, mutter a couple of silent prayers everytime I wave them off at the gate, one for the poor car that bears the brunt of dad's driving, and one for the poor pedestrians who don't know what's coming their way.

Cheers.