Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Beer
You said to give "treasures" about the more famous members of the family, and I do think of Esther as a treasure, in many ways. Recently Jerry took her to Marionville, Missouri so he could visit Alice and help her around the place. (One night they went out to dinner with Willard and Margaret and of the 5 there, Jerry was the only one not over 80. ) As the week wore on Esther kept asking to go to the grocery store, which was basically a request for a beer run. So he took her and left her in the car in the parking lot while he did another errand so she could drink her can of beer. He came back 10 minutes later and she was surprised to see him back so soon. He noticed her hands were empty. "Did you drink your beer?" Stare from Esther. "Where's your empty can?" More staring and then fumbling around in the box of beer where she'd stuffed the empty one. She couldn't find it and so he opened the back door to dig it out. He found it, but it was stuffed way down in the bottom of the box, under the good ones. He took it out and threw it away, so there would be no open containers in the car. Just as he was about to get back in he had a feeling he should look again and sure enough, she had an open one hidden between her feet that she planned on drinking on the drive home. He was mad. She refused to sit there and finish the 1/2 of can that was left. "Just drive home." He took it away from her to throw it away. Oh no!!!!!!! So she drank it. He threw the can away and then drove home. He won . . . . this time.
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This seems to be a common theme for Lee and Esther on trips. I remember when we all went to Canada and she cracked a tallboy and they shared it in the van. She also tried this one with me when I drove her up to Washington to see her brother Albert.
This is a great one. I love Esther stories.
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