This wasn’t my most proud lay, but it was definitely one to remember.
I had received a call from my cousin that my grandpa passed. Well, he isn’t really my grandpa, but I was always told growing up to refer to him as such. He had been suffering for awhile, so it was sort of a relief in a way when he finally passed, considering his illness was terminal and he didn’t have to suffer anymore (neither did my family worrying about him). He didn’t have a traditional funeral; He was cremated immediately enough, so instead we had a large family get together to remember him.
I drove all the way there in my best clothes. I don’t normally dress up, but decided to put a little effort in this time around. I walk in, see my cousins crying and such, console them, and enter the room. I go to sign in, and I see this super sexy woman in a black dress near the checkout book (we’ll call her Stacy). I figure that she worked at the place, so I just smiled at her and signed in. About 10 minutes later, I’m talking with relatives and I hear one of them nudge me and tell me this girl can’t keep her eyes off of me. I ask who she is and my cousin tells me that she’s his step-daughter, tells me that she’s married (we’ll call him Jeff) and that it’s kind of despicable she’s eyeing me.