Grandma?

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I'll try not to get over-informative, I do tend to go on and on.

GRANDMA
Last night I had to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things. You know, just picking up the staples (milk, bread, soda, juice, hemmorhoid cream,etc.). As I was over by the dairy section I was approached by an elderly lady. She was probably about 70-75. She said to me,"Paul?" My name is not Paul, so I told her,"Nope, not Paul." She was like," I am so sorry, you look just like my grandson Paul. I knew you couldn't be him because he lives in Ky., but I swear you look just like him, and I heard he was here for the holidays and he never even came to see me." I felt sorry for her, she seemed like such a sweet old soul. So I chit-chatted with her for a few. She told me pretty much her whole life story in about 10 minutes. She was very interesting, but I had to skeedaddle, so I politely excused myself and contined my shopping. I mean it's one thing to be nice and polite, but to miss the Steeler's/Charger's game was a different story.
I was at the front of the store, and of course the shortest line for check-out was the one with her in it. I pulled my cart behind her and hid my face in a National Enquirer, hoping that she wouldn't notice me. It worked, SHEW. She didn't try to talk to me at all. After I saw that she had checked out, I loaded my items onto the belt. I admit I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings, but I was really surprised when my 8 items came to a total of $108.75. I told the cashier, "Uh, There must be some kind of mistake." She said,"No, No mistake these items plus your Grandma's groceries come to $108.75." I had been scammed. NO WAY! I told the lady, " I have no idea who that lady was." The cashier said,"Well, someone is paying for this." With a little too much attitude.
I told the cashier,"Look here is my ID, I'll be right back." as I threw her my ID and ran out the door to find this thievin' granny. I got out to the parking lot and saw her hurriedly loading her groceries into her car in the handicap section. I yelled, "Hey, Wait!" and I took off after her. Cars were coming from both directions, so I dodged a couple and got to her car just as she was trying to shut the door. I stopped the door in mid-swing and looked at her terrified face. I yelled at her, "What are you trying to pull, here?" She kept screaming, "Leave me alone,Paul. Why are you doing this?" Evidently to attract a crowd. I told her that we were going back inside to explain everything, but she was dead-set against it. She kept trying to start her car so as to drive off. Finally with no other choice, I reached inside the car and grabbed whatever I could so that she wouldn't leave. So I grabbed her leg and started pulling it and pulling it. JUST LIKE I'VE BEEN PULLING YOURS.
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