I enjoy being the only one in the family who never gets annoyed by Grannie’s prodding. Mostly because I only respond with my own brand of surrealism, usually in complete monotone.
(Grannie: did you mean to leave the [pantry] door open?
Me: Yes. I leave all the doors open. As many as I can.
G: I can see that.
Me: Sometimes I pull out all the drawers too. It’s like having a party.
G: And there’s pate left on the side.
Me: That’s Margery. It’s my friend.
G: Oh you are difficult.)