So my grandma calls me up to congratulate me on my promotion, right? Well we get to talking and I’m like, “So how’s your day going?” And she goes, “Oh you know, more of the same.
Your grandfather told me the snack I put out in the bowl on the counter didn’t taste very good.
And I was told him, ‘well duh! That’s the potpourri I bought at Oswego over the weekend!’ That man I swear.” I had to step out of the office because I was laughing so hard.
TL;DR my Grandpa ate potpourri.