Grandma and Grandpa had come to spend the night at their son’s place—one of those cozy visits filled with home-cooked meals, old stories, and the kind of laughter that only family can share. Everything was going smoothly until Grandpa excused himself to freshen up in the bathroom.
While rummaging through the medicine cabinet—perhaps looking for aspirin or antacids—he stumbled upon a small bottle labeled with that unmistakable “V.” His eyebrows lifted with curious amusement. When he emerged, he couldn’t resist bringing it up.
“Say, son,” Grandpa began with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I happened to notice you’ve got some of those special pills in there. Mind if your old man tries one out?”
His son froze mid-sip of his coffee, clearly caught off guard. After a moment’s hesitation, he cleared his throat. “Dad, honestly, I wouldn’t if I were you. Those things are seriously strong—and they’re not cheap either.”
But Grandpa’s curiosity was only piqued further. “How much are we talking here?”
“Ten bucks a pop,” his son answered, hoping the price might be enough to end the conversation.
It wasn’t.
Grandpa grinned wide, waving off the concern like it was nothing. “Ten dollars? That’s pocket change! Tell you what—I’ll take one, and I’ll leave the money under my pillow before we head out in the morning. Fair enough?”
His son chuckled and shook his head, deciding it wasn’t worth the argument. “Alright, Dad. Whatever you say.”
The next morning, after Grandma and Grandpa had packed up and hit the road, the son went into the guest room to tidy up. Lifting the pillow, he expected to find a ten-dollar bill. Instead, he found $110 neatly folded and waiting.
His jaw dropped. He grabbed his phone and called immediately. “Dad! What the heck? I said ten dollars—not a hundred and ten!”
On the other end of the line, Grandpa’s laughter roared through the speaker. “Oh, I heard you just fine, son! The extra hundred? That’s from your mother!”
The son stood there, stunned into silence, then burst out laughing himself. Classic Grandpa—sharp as ever, with a sense of humor that refused to age.
The story quickly became legendary in the family, retold at every gathering with fresh bursts of laughter. That overnight visit turned into something far more valuable than anyone expected—a reminder that life’s best moments often come wrapped in humor, love, and the willingness not to take things too seriously.
Grandpa had done it again: turned an ordinary evening into a memory they’d be chuckling about for decades.