Grampa always goes to the diner. On the rare occasions when
he makes conversation, it will go something like this:
"I kinda like this place."
--or--
"One time I was in here and there was a whole line of
ants runnin' along this wall. So I'd put a bit of food on the table and they'd
run right to it. I used to get a kick out of it, but one time I made a comment
to the girl about it, and the next time I came in they was all gone."
--or--
"I kinda like this place."
When entering the diner, he glides determinedly past the
"Please Wait to be Seated" sign to a booth near the wall where he
once saw the ants. Glide on Grampa.
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