My Bad Grandma Story

My grandma lived in a city about a two hour flight from us and would come to stay every Christmas for about six weeks. While we were standing there, she was giving my 12 year old self a lecture about never getting into cars with strangers. She went shopping and ate lunch and never spoke of this again. Thanks for keeping me entertained during my long commute. You can support my favorite murder by filling out a survey at wonderie.com slash survey. Email your hometowns and fucking hurrays to myfavoritemurder at gmail.com.