The Sweet Husband

The Granddaughter and the Gay Man

The 15 year old granddaughter went with me to the grocery store to pick up some soup from her since her ear infection makes her not want to eat much of anything else.

As we stood in the check out line, the tall, rather muscular young man with the beard that was standing in front of us, pulled his money out to pay for his beer, and I noticed that he had really long, really feminine, mauve colored fingernails.

I didn't say anything, although it was kind of amusing, Heavan was looking at the magazines, the checker leaned across and whispered to me that the man's fingernails looked better than hers did.

I thought I got through it without having to listen to Heavan chatter nonstop on the way home, so was feeling pretty good.

After we got home, she was talking to her pawpaw and I warmed up her soup and as I came around the corner into the living room I hear her tell him, it's not that he's gay, it's none of my business who people sleep with, but its depressing when a man that looks like he could bench press a buick has better looking fingernails that I do.

PawPaw says, you don't know who he sleeps with, he may have a kid that put fingernails on him and painted them, don't judge the man by how he looks, maybe he's a dumbass that forgot he had on long fingernails.

Heavan very politely says, yes, poppy you could be right and as she turns to walk away, mutters under her breath, and when you buy that ocean front property in Arizona, I'm gonna laugh my butt off.