Grandpa, How Did You Meet Grandma?

Grandpa, who's this? She looks just like me!

Ha, that's your grandma. The day we met.

Wait, you've never told me that story.

Well, it all started with a bus I missed.

It was raining hard, and I was late for work.

Ugh, the bus drove away right in front of me!

Oh no! Did you have an umbrella?

No. I just stood there, soaking wet.

Then a young woman walked up and held out her umbrella.

She said, take it, you need it more than me.

Aww, that's so sweet! And then?

Her bus came, and she was gone. Just like that.

But her name and address were written inside the handle.

So you went to give it back, right?

The very next day! I even bought flowers.

But an old lady opened the door. She'd never heard of her!

No way! The address was wrong?

Completely wrong. Oh, I was heartbroken.

So I waited at that bus stop every morning.

Every morning? For how long?

Two whole weeks. In the rain, with her umbrella!

And one morning, there she was, smiling at me.

Oh, I've got goosebumps! What did she say?

She said, well, you took your time!

Hmm, wait. Why was the address wrong?

Well... years later, she finally told me the truth.

She wrote the wrong address on purpose!

What? Why would she do that?

She wanted to see if I'd really come looking.

Ha! Grandma was so clever!

And that umbrella? It's still by our front door.