Sitting at Yves Bistro with Ruben and my Grandparents.
Waiter: Can I interest you all in some desert?
Grandpa: Sure, what ya got.
Waiter: Creme Brulee, flour-less chocolate cake and fresh berries.
Grandpa: Do you just have plain vanilla ice cream?
Waiter: Sure would you like it over the flour-less chocolate cake?
Grandpa: No, I just want plain vanilla ice cream.
Waiter: OK, Sir no problem
A few minutes pass and the waiter returns and sets the ice cream down in front of my Grandpa in a fancy glass.
Grandpa: What the hell is that.
Waiter: Your ice cream Sir.
Grandpa: Well I know that, but what the hell is that. (pointing to something in the ice cream)
Waiter: It’s a Biscotti Sir
Grandpa: A what!?
Waiter; A Biscotti Sir
Me: Grandpa it’s like a biscuit
Grandpa: I don’t care what it is, get it the hell out of my ice cream!
Do you think this happens to all of us as we get older?