January 29, 2005
Crying into my Chai Latte
The sweetheart of my dear friend Marco is telling a story about his roommate's grandparents. The grandparents had gone to downtown Columbus (southwest Georgia, near the Alabama border) to check out the town's newest performance hall. Apparently the hall is outfitted with an organ that cost a million dollars.
Said the grandmother to her grandson, in her deep Southern drawl, about their instrument at home: "I wish your grandfather's organ was worth a million dollars."
Had I taken a sip of my drink, I would have choked. Instead I cover my face; I'm shuddering. I am convulsed with silent, full-bodied laughter. I have such a dirty mind.