Impatience Was Our Only Commonality

My Grandpa was an impatient man.
One time when the boys didn’t bring the truck home in time
And he had to move hay,
Grandpa took a chain saw and massacred the top
Off his spanking brand new Cadillac,
So he could use it as a hay-moving almost truck.
The boys didn’t have anything 
to impress their dates with
After that.
And their own fault too.
Impatience is the only thing
Grandpa and I
Ever had in common
As he had a mean
Streak that used
To pinch grandma
Until she cried. I remember
Watching this and thinking
How horrible he was.
He did it a lot, and it was
Awful.
Something happened one
Christmas that verified his
Meanness to me.   I had
Been promised the next
Hold with the new baby for
40 minutes while my hoggish
Gloating sister kept holding on to
Baby David.  When it was finally
My turn,  Grandpa 
Stepped up to say it was
His turn and I said,”Grandpa
It’s my turn.”
That’s when he slapped my
8-year-old face so hard I thought
He had slapped it OFF.  I saw stars.
Mom got upset, and we
Went home immediately.
I had never seen my
Mother so mad, on my account.
We left Christmas without
Opening our presents,
Verifying that
I had somehow
Ruined Christmas.
After Grandma died
My twin and I spent one
Night with Grandpa, and believe me, I slept with one eye open
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Trifiatis Avatar
April 13, 2018 at 8:21 AM
Enjoyable narration up to the moment Grandpa slapped you my dear Caren, Reading your story I could relate to it in many cases for impatient people and mean people are everywhere to be found!
Krutsinger Avatar
April 13, 2018 at 1:44 PM
They certainly are, and not being one myself, this was a memorable time to me. I had never been slapped before, and certainly not hard enough to see stars. To feel like I had ruined Christmas was the icing on the cake.
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