I may be a bum, but I’ll have a cute piercing

Today is my step-grandma’s birthday. She decided to celebrate by having surgery. I can think of at least a thousand things I’d like to do on my birthday. Surgery isn’t one of them. But to each their own.

Actually, a couple weeks ago her doctor found a spot of cancer on her lung. So today the surgeon removed the lower lobe of her lung. It’s the same surgery, for the same reason, and with the same doctor, that my grandpa had a couple years ago. He is doing well and I know my grandma will be fine too. The surgery went well and she looked good afterwards. So alls good.

I went to the hospital to keep my grandpa company in the waiting room. My dad already knew about my latest piercing. But I hadn’t told my grandpa. I knew it wouldn’t go over well with him.

When I got there I gave him a big hug and he looked right at me, but he didn’t say anything about it. After a while my dad said, “Dad did you see Christine’s new….what do I call it?”

“Jewelry,” I said.

“Yeah I saw it,” Grandpa grumbled with his eyeballs practically rolling out of his head.

A few minutes later Grandpa asked, “What is your major in?”

“Marketing.”

“How are you going to get a job with that thing in your eye?”

I laughed.

“What did you boss think?” he asked.

“In six years I’ve seen my boss exactly three times.”

“Would she hire you with that piercing?”

“Like I said, I’ve only met her three times and all three times were after she hired me. It’ll be fine.”

So clearly Grandpa thinks I’ve thrown my chances of getting a good job out the window with one little piercing. You know other than motocross racer, rockstar, or tattoo artist. It’s so sweet of him to worry about me.

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