There's a good chance that you have positive memories of your grandma. Maybe she always had cookies when you came over or maybe she gave you a few extra dollars from time to time. Perhaps her very presence was calming and inviting. While traveling on a train in England today, I sat across from one of these special people.
This grandma was traveling with what appeared to be her 30-something son, 20-something daughter and the 20-something daughter's two pre-school age children. But this grandma wasn't just another grandma on a family trip. As I got on the train, I saw that she and her children were punishing Carling tall-boys (English beer). This is 12pm on a Monday. Also, I thought it was odd that she was carrying a grocery bag filled with other miscellaneous beers. Whatever. You're allowed to drink on trains over here, so no biggy, right? Sporting a thigh length sweater dress, knee high boots and a belly that would make most truckers jealous, I kept thinking, "when did Posh Spice get so old?". When grandma would talk (belligerently slur) at her grandkids, they would just look at her like confused puppies. Grandma would get frustrated and try to hit unsuccessfully swat them. Next, she would lean over to me saying, "I'll spend Beckham's effin money... you bet... effin...".
Needless to say, she made the train ride really long. There really is no deep moral to this post. Several British people have talked to me about how many rednecks there are in America. Apparently they exist in England too.