My Sweet Grandpa

So a couple of days ago I got a call from my grandpa. He heard I wrecked my car and he wanted to make sure I was okay, and then he was getting mad because my insurance wouldn't pay for anything (i had the cheapest insurance and they wouldn't pay because it was my fault). He was very irritated and didn't trust my insurance company and told me to have Doug look over my policy for me. He was certain they were taking me for a spin. And then he assured me that cars are replaceable and that the important thing was that nobody got hurt.

Very nice grandpa, looking out for me like that.

Then he called me again today. He said that I should wait for my uncle in Poland to get back and ask him to help me find a car for a good price, because that uncle is good at finding good prices for auto-related stuff. And he continued to assure me that everyone has an accident. I had mine, so just don't let it happen again. Then he said cars are replaceable, so who cares about those inanimate objects? People aren't replaceable.

And then it clicked. His wife was an irreplaceable he lost in an accident because of a drunk driver. So yeah, no wonder he's so cheerful and looking out for me. It's a good thing no one was hurt because of me.

Then he said that he was glad I didn't get hurt. "Well, your feelings were hurt weren't they?" He made me agree out loud to that question. Kept saying "weren't they?" until I admitted it. Then he laughed.

Which made me laugh. Nothing like someone making you admit your feelings are hurt and then chuckling over it. Not in an evil way. Just trying to cheer me up. But ironically funny.