I've mentioned before that the oldest grandson, Arick, is living here temporarily. I had hoped he'd save some money, staying here almost rent-free. That hasn't happened.
However, he really hasn't upset my life-style, either. And Cliff absolutely loves having him here.
Yesterday, though, we had a little bump in the road.
Cliff was sitting in his easy chair reading a catalog; he reached over to lay it on the arm of the couch, and exclaimed, "What the hell is this?"
It was a white, powdery substance wrapped in something like saran wrap, laying right there on the couch-arm.
I unwrapped it and looked at it closely; I thought about sniffing or tasting it, but I was afraid to.
We fumed and fretted. Cliff said, "You find out what he has to say for himself when he gets home tonight; if he admits it's some kind of drugs and it's his, I want him out of here before I get home from work!"
So Cliff headed off to work, leaving me to deal with my grandson. It was a couple hours later that Arick came through the door, looking weary from a hard day's work. I decided to confront him quickly and get it over. I made sure I had my internal B.S. meter running wide open. I picked up the item, held it toward Arick, and said, "Do you know what this is?"
"Yeah, it's BC Headache powder; it's the only thing that helps my toothaches." And he went upstairs and got the box to show me.
Oh. I cranked up my B.S. meter for nothing. I hate when that happens.
(Arick's recently got dental insurance from his employer, so we spent the next few minutes hunting up a dentist for him.)