My crazy family.

I got a cute little story for ya'll. Last night my great grandma called (she is 88) and said she wanted to come take me out for dinner. How can I say no? So she said she would be there at 4:30. Click. That was the end of the conversation. My grandma doesn't even know where the campus is, let alone my dorm. So today, when 4:30 rolled around I looked out my window. Sure enough, a couple of blocks down I see her grey impala creeping down the road......in the wrong direction. She turned a corner and then I lost her. 10 minutes later I decide I had better get in my car and go find her. As I am walking towards the parking lot, I see her and Heather, a girl who lives in another dorm building. Apparently my grandma saw a dorm building and assumed it was mine. She knocked on some doors and found Heather, who luckily knows me and knows where I live. So I am heading to my car and here comes Grandma and Heather walking towards my room. She is lucky she didn't stumble upon the redneck's rooms. They would have told her something crazy and she would have never found me. Thanks goodness for friendly neighbors and my sweet old granny.